St. Louis...

I had to quickly drive to dallas to make it to K's so that she could take me to the airport in time for the flight to St. Louis. Security had me take my shoes off, but didn't search my carry on. Too bad... I had placed a couple of condoms, a black silk thong, nipple clamps, and an issue of tabboo in the bag to embarrass them as they searched. Don't worry, I have the return trip to see if they search the carry on. Flight was ok, but I was a little nauseous when the plane landed. My dad and step-mom came and picked me. They liked my red hair color even though, it has been fading and looks more like red highlights now. Within five minutes of getting to the car, they were asking about my sex life after the obligatory how’s your job and your finances. I seem to have a special relationship with my parents that not very many people have. We talk about everything, but mostly about sex, not just sex, but sex-sex. And we don’t forget to talk about love, relationships, and friendships, but mostly sex. We got home and shared a bottle of birthday champagne with good conversation. I told them about K, friend / fuck-buddy. They would really love to meet her. They liked my term we came up with, fuck-buddyPlus or fuck-buddyDelux as my dad stated in his French accent ;). Off to bed.