Long Needles and Lovely Legs
Today I go and get long needles stuck in my back to try and relieve the pain from that hit and run a month ago. Odds are good that the procedure will improve the pain, there’s a moderate chance there will be no change, a slim chance that the pain will be worse and a teenie tiny chance that I will be paralyzed. That’s the one that kept me awake all last night.
I spent a lot of time thinking about my legs last night. I thought about the physical aspects of them, the way they’ve carried me through so many outdoor pursuits of skiing, climbing, hiking, riding, etc. Also the many indoor pursuits such as wrapping them around a man’s waist to pull him closer and deeper into me while making love or over his shoulders to give myself up to him and many variations of the same.
Then there is the purely aesthetic properties to be considered. I like the way my legs look and if I’m any judge , others do as well. They are long and well shaped, a dancer’s legs. They are set off particularly well in stockings and heels, but tight jeans and boots don’t do them any harm either. I’ve been told by lovers and other admirers that my feet are particularly graceful and very, very sexy, especially my lovely tempting toes. Vain, yes but I would hate to lose the shape and use of them.
So I spend time appreciating them now and later today I will close my eyes and hope that when I open them again I can wiggle those lovely toes and use them to torment you for many years to come! 
