Blocking, barefoot earth-loving, and music to make you writhe

I spent the morning walking barefoot in my yard.

It’s freezing, and my feet were numb within minutes. It was deliciously sensual, though. With my injury I’ve been cooped up inside the house for over a month.

Standing outside, feeling the earth spin beneath my feet, the sun beating down on my face and arms, the wind whipping around me, was pure heaven. Especially without the narcotics clouding my brain and sensory receptors.

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