Scampering round like a mad thing one wondered how it is that some Thursday morning can go to hell in a hand basket so fast. There are a few chores that need to be done, there is plenty of time and yet... one still ends up racing the little numbers blinking the minutes away.
Of course in the middle of this He turns around, replete with breakfast and says so, anal sex? Blinking at Him one stood there, wondering what it would be like to come home eat breakfast and demand request sex like that. To be honest one suspects that it might be nice...
Err... seriously running out of time here... haven't even had a shower yet...
You know sometimes one suspects the mouth is not attached to the brain at all...
That was how one ended up mashed against the tiles... which are getting progressively colder with every passing week might one add.
To add insult to injury He made one tell him how much one enjoyed the sensation of him filling one's arse. In fact He made one beg for it and... as he drove in for the final thrust... say thank you Master
Leaving one to run around grabbing work clothes as He sauntered off to bed and his Xbox...
And apologise profusely to His mother, who was driving one to work, for being so tardy.
4 comments:
ahhh a woman's work is never done.
Okay, sadism is one thing, but making you keep HIS mother waiting, well that is just mean.
Sounds like our morning, but the maintenance/sex happened after I got J to school.
So, very late to work today myself.
and what did you use for an explanation as to why you were tardy???
Oh probably something very similar to Kitty... sorry, one of those mornings :D
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