
gender: SG
occupation: Full-time snow bunny. Beatin' up teenage boys on the kink rail.
crush: Aussie surfers, transplanted onto snow..
body mods: Some metal, some ink. Currently no plastic or organic.
into: big pants, finished to-do lists, caffeinated beverages, underoos, feeling so productive that I could give Wonder Woman a run for her money.
gets me hot: Clean laundry warm and soft and Downy-fresh from the dryer. Sexy tummies above lowslung, baggy pants with chunky buckles. Low-spoken words that twist and dance and caress my mind as they slip-slide from the lips. Boys in bandannas and helmets.
fantasy: The angling, the heart-pounding anticipation.. dropping in. The stong feeling of complete control and mastery over my own body and the uncertain harshness of that whom I approach, the endorphin rush at forcing down that last-minute, choking speed check and the takeoff... locking down, locking onto those hard-smooth curves.. sliding, slick, smooth... and then that final moment of airborne release. I'm in love with an S-box.
Back from the other side of the planet.. back and better than ever.. finding myslef bigger and better mountains, more snow, more time on-snow.
It took me so long to dig out this password, I feel so silly. I should've gone looking. This infusion of pink is exactly purrfect.
I have pictures to upload, of my chasing the snow... and friends to write back to..
But I'm beat! It's waited for me this long it can wait until tomorrow. My knees need their rest - there's 8 inches of pure champagne powder waiting for early tomorrow morning.


























