No, I’m not going to post pictures of my tit-collared nipples every day this week, never fear, but since there is a story to go along with them today, and I thought it might be interesting to show how they go on, you’ll have to tolerate just one more. Or maybe two. lol
I had planned on canceling a first-meet date tonight. For a couple of reasons, but the fact that I lost the removal tool for the tit collars yesterday and didn’t find it when I got in to work today, so wasn’t going to be able to wear them on the date as W wanted me to, kind of sealed that decision. Then Ad offered to bring me the tool from home (huh, think maybe he’s enjoying this as much as W?) and I didn’t have that excuse. I emailed W that I was dithering and when he emailed me back that making me go on the date anyway was making him hard, well, what could I do? Looks like me and my tit collars are going on a date tonight after work.
This is how they go on, by the way, with the infamous tool:
Oh, and I just got an email back from my date-guy. I had told him I’d probably be wearing glasses, since I can’t see across a room without them, and if I got there early might be working on my algebra homework. He replied back with, “Great! I’ll be looking for the geek with glasses and an algebra book.” I think I like this guy already.