You know one really doesn't know why they call these days a
day off. It implies that it is a restful time, not a day that you spend trying
to cram in the rest of your life.
Sighs stop the world we want to stay in bed and
concentrate on the important things... each other. And that enormous basket of
sex toys...
This is a blog for the musings of one small slave in an O/p relationship as she explores life down the rabbit hole and beyond.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
And everywhere else
By the time we had run errands for His mother, been to the
hairdressers, done grocery shopping, run more errands for his mother and picked
up bread from the health food store, there was just enough time to squeeze in a
meal and still be able to call it lunch. Admittedly it was a very late lunch. In
spite of that or maybe because of it we both plopped down on the couch to eat with
gusto. After that we hustled each other
off to the bedroom for sex, before spending the rest of the day on food prep
and tidying up the bomb site that used to be our tiny domicile.
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And just think the 'Holiday' period is just around the corner...
Glowers at Neale Wolfson
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