Gods it's like one small slave is psychic...
Christmas time is here
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.
Friday, December 20, 2013
Queue sound...
We were sitting there on the lounge, minding our own
business, when a car screeched to a halt. Car doors slammed; there was the
sound of someone being violently sick and someone else walking off still having
a shouted conversation with the other occupants of that vehicle. The violent
retching carried on before there was more slamming of doors and the car drove
off...
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2 comments:
Lucky you. I'll take my snowy wasteland instead.
See and there you were quietly envying all that sun, sand and surf... not that we have much of the later one :D
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