I don�t hate her for trying. I wouldn�t call it love either, but she enters my fantasies now and then. Call me twisted, but I might be incapable of hate. If not for the tiny voice of reason in my head that spanks me when I need a reality check, I�d invite her over for tea and cake. It wouldn�t take all that much vodka to find out what else could ensue. Tea it is, then. But who gets to lick the frosting? Oh my.
We're already on the topic so let's run with it. Hb is sexually psychic lately. It's almost unnerving. At the perfect moment he pulled the handcuffs out. Rawr! How did he know I've been in the mood for that?! Then he did everything, EVERYTHING I wanted. And ohh so properly, because he knows just how. How lovely it is to be on the exact same page without having to say a word. That's intimacy.
4:33 p.m. - 2008-07-14