Ever Seen in a Weasel in a Hot Tub?

It gets frisky.

So, my baby came to visit me again a couple weekends ago, and he had the shittiest time ever at the airport. Cancellation after cancellation. Delay after delay. Being in an airport all day feels physically miserable. I've been there. Done that. Don't want a repeat.

When he landed, I kissed the fuck out of him. Then, I decided to take him to a hot tub. To my knowledge, he had never, ever been to one before. Ever.

After we were done kissing, I asked him, "What's stronger right now: your trust in me or your tiredness?" After all, he could be too tired for anything at the moment. He said his trust.

To the hot tub!

I didn't tell him where we were going, but I told him I had made a reservation. Which I had. And we drove down dark roads, and he started guessing. "Sex club? Dance club?"

No and no, Absinthe.

Fucking pervert.

Then the cheesy 80s neon lights appeared for the hot tub place. I showed him in (the wrong door first, then the right door). I checked in on our reservation, gave him my card, he gave us the keys. We had to fiddle with the TV a bit cuz it was too loud and distracting, but our room was nice.

It came with a shower, a hot tub of course, a little sundeck with an 80s Hawaiian backscreen, and music. I helped Sin strip, and then we relaxed in the heat. He was in awe as usual. #pleasantlysurprised

Take a look at our photos. I'd say all around we had a good time.



One of these was actually based on a furry art piece, per our game. See if you can figure out which one is based on this art piece by Rarakie.

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