June 14th, 2006
|08:10 am - A thought|
On my way out to Walking With Fire, I found myself thinking:
"Maybe I should just date ADF and cheat on her with the occasional other woman."
Current Location: Southeast of Disorder
Current Mood: amused
Current Music: "Love and Luck", -JB
Hmm the thought kinda makes me wet.
You were laughing so hard at the very idea that you spilled your glass of water on yourself?
I am shamed.
No, no. Not quite wet like that...
Oh. Was it coffee, then? Because that would be hot.
Probably scalding. . .
Ok, you asked for it:
No. Not coffee.
What I meant is that my vaginal area is wet with arousal from thinking about you.
Now *that* is something I could get behind.
Dirty boy! You could get behind me any day...
(but only sans clothing)
Only without clothing? Something could be arranged. But I'd hate to stay behind you only. Could we work out an arrangement where both sides got some attention?
I'm sure we could work out something.
I'm much nicer to look at from the font anyway...
Maybe I'll send you some pictures along the way. Maybe. If you're a very good boy.
Well, I'm all about getting the whole perspective.
And I really did like the pictures I've seen. You've a lovely body.
Can we still work something out if I decide to be very naughty, instead?
It depends- what sort of "naughty"?
I think that, if you were to define it, we could find a way to work it out. I would, after all, want to be up to your standards (which, I imagine, are high indeed).
But I would probably start out with some soft ropes, a dozen roses (thorns intact) and some hand-dipped chocolate-covered strawberries.
And then, of course, let the winds of adventure take over from there.
Yes that does indeed sound delectable.
I wonder if the chocolate would melt in the heat, or the roses would wither.
Well, we'd just have to get right down to business and make sure that we licked any chocolate off places it might inadvertantly drip, wouldn't we?
I really would like to go. I'm looking at my bank account and my bank of time off and wondering if I can possibly afford it.
But if I can find a way (and I'm looking hard. . . no puns intended), I'll be there.
Dead withered roses turn me on far more than living ones...
Is that sick? Oh I hope so...