Saturday, September 18, 2010
Friday, September 17, 2010
Thursday, September 16, 2010
Let’s put this in context.
Planned out for days in advance
Anticipation level high
Just the right amount of alcohol
8:30 (past Roslyn’s bedtime, but she’s talking and giggling away in there…)
Satiated from the very rare steaks we just devoured and the six bottles of wine we almost drank…
I step out of a loooonnnng, hot, steamy shower, wrapped only in my towel…
Sexy-time lighting in the boudoir ( I call it stadium lighting and our bill goes up exponentially on sexy time evenings…)
past Roslyn’s bedtime, but she’s talking and giggling away in there…still
The Doctor is wearing that sexy lingerie under her lab coat and hood safety mask…
I have goose bumps across my bulging pecs.
Is this real or am I dreamy?
Oh yeah...
...I AM dreamy.
…the towel starts to slip to the floor
(ooops better close the blinds lest the neighbors get one hell of a peepshow…)
WAY past Roslyn’s bedtime, but she’s STILL talking and giggling away in there.
…the towel is slipping to the floor
Chica bowww chica bow wawww
…the towel is slipping to the floor
In the air drifts with Paris. (the Doctor, in a wise move chose Victoria Secret’s Heavenly over chlorophyll
It feels like I’m in a French whorehouse (as if I knew what that was like……)
The air drifts with Paris…
The doctor is now pounding out something with a mortar and pistil.
…the towel is slipping to the floor…
NOW… WAY WAY past Roslyn’s bedtime, but she’s STILL STILL STILL talking and giggling away in there…and dropping her blankey and asking for her binkey.
Something like this:
Binky.
BInky?
BINky??
BINKy.
BINKY!
BINKY!!
…BINNNKKKKYYYY!)
…the towel is back on.
Damned Binky. The Doctor takes the conveyor belt into Ros’s room
“It’s sleepy time Ros.”
She lays back down, content with a little back rub.
The Doctor returns to the bedroom with huge rubber gloves on.
…chica bow chica bow wawww
…The towel is slipping down
Ooohhh….this is gonna be good, despite having sexy time for the past 22 days straight!
…chica bow chica bow wawww
I quiver. The towel is stuck.
From the other room comes…
…BLANKEY????
“will you PLEASE go to sleep now!”
Planned out for days in advance
Anticipation level high
Just the right amount of alcohol
8:30 (past Roslyn’s bedtime, but she’s talking and giggling away in there…)
Satiated from the very rare steaks we just devoured and the six bottles of wine we almost drank…
I step out of a loooonnnng, hot, steamy shower, wrapped only in my towel…
Sexy-time lighting in the boudoir ( I call it stadium lighting and our bill goes up exponentially on sexy time evenings…)
past Roslyn’s bedtime, but she’s talking and giggling away in there…still
The Doctor is wearing that sexy lingerie under her lab coat and hood safety mask…
I have goose bumps across my bulging pecs.
Is this real or am I dreamy?
Oh yeah...
...I AM dreamy.
…the towel starts to slip to the floor
(ooops better close the blinds lest the neighbors get one hell of a peepshow…)
WAY past Roslyn’s bedtime, but she’s STILL talking and giggling away in there.
…the towel is slipping to the floor
Chica bowww chica bow wawww
…the towel is slipping to the floor
In the air drifts with Paris. (the Doctor, in a wise move chose Victoria Secret’s Heavenly over chlorophyll
It feels like I’m in a French whorehouse (as if I knew what that was like……)
The air drifts with Paris…
The doctor is now pounding out something with a mortar and pistil.
…the towel is slipping to the floor…
NOW… WAY WAY past Roslyn’s bedtime, but she’s STILL STILL STILL talking and giggling away in there…and dropping her blankey and asking for her binkey.
Something like this:
Binky.
BInky?
BINky??
BINKy.
BINKY!
BINKY!!
…BINNNKKKKYYYY!)
…the towel is back on.
Damned Binky. The Doctor takes the conveyor belt into Ros’s room
“It’s sleepy time Ros.”
She lays back down, content with a little back rub.
The Doctor returns to the bedroom with huge rubber gloves on.
…chica bow chica bow wawww
…The towel is slipping down
Ooohhh….this is gonna be good, despite having sexy time for the past 22 days straight!
…chica bow chica bow wawww
I quiver. The towel is stuck.
From the other room comes…
…BLANKEY????
“will you PLEASE go to sleep now!”
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
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