Tantalising tales

Well one could write about being fucked in the arse again, but let us just say that at this time of the year the tiles are spectacularly cold when it is 5 (41F) degrees outside... and not much warmer inside. In case you are wondering why one is whining about the weather so much it is probably pertinent to point out that our houses are not heated. In fact they are built to be cool; off the ground with wooden floors or as in our case built solidly on the ground with double cavity brick walls that are probably close on to 25cm (10") thick. This has been a cold winter and it isn't even August yet... brrrrr. But as always one digresses... where were we? Oh yes, anal sex...

Post shower...

Ah yes the image one wanted to convey...

Him all tucked into bed, pristine from the shower he had eased one out of...

Surrounded by His boxes of collectible figurines toys...

Portal perched within easy reach...

One small slave scampering out of the room, thinking this will end the need to get out of bed naked every five minutes to change the characters... the cord is long enough for the portal to reach... sweet

And His dulcet tones floating after one small and now late for work slave going...

Well this works, but don't think this is going to replace you hopping across the floor naked to change these over.

It was the tone of the scamper wasn't it?

Bastard!