Just sitting at this desk on the 18th floor with the state officials and legislative types acting important and quietly wishing I was anywhere else at this very moment.

Perfection would be off on blm land reached only by dirt road along a swiftly moving trout planted stream, I’d be kicking back with a virgin pina and my rod out the wide open back door, reading a naughty novel while I bask in the late afternoon sun.

My trusty doggy stretched out on the warm earth below my gaze, ever mindful of my safety, all I  can hear are the rustling pines and rippling, cool waters, when a trout strikes, I can almost taste the melted butter dripping off that slowly roasted fish.


Yeah, I’d rather be there now.


Author: Jillymaui - Travel, Kink, Music, Poly, more

A hopeful romantic, poly kinky bbw, travelin' gal, enjoying the last few decades of my life, I love the wild life, genealogy, SF Giants baseball, swimming, painting, guitars & playing, singing, sightseeing, and writing in my future home.

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