For Those Who Judge

I have excuses for permitting such shameless, daily displays of nekkidness.

One: He nearly always pairs his skinsuit with appropriate footwear.

Two: He looks pretty darn cute, and the socially acceptable window for such a display is rapidly dwindling to a close.







Three: Last week, he took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom, where he sat upon this throne and did something Wonderful and Unmentionable within it.

It's probably a singular fluke, but I cross my hopeful fingers, anyway.