In a message dated 3/7/06 4:13:47 PM, [EMAIL PROTECTED] writes:



On Saturday he took me from behind while I was peeling potatoes.

did he grab your spuds?

On Sunday he got on top of me and the bed shook with every thrust.

mattress ad...

On Monday he was tired, so sat yawning before taking a book to bed.

never did it with a book


On Tuesday he pressed my face into the pillows and knelt between my legs.

praying?


On Wednesday he lay back, waiting for me to take the initiative.

well...at least he's not george bush


On Thursday he got very drunk and made use of every orifice.

sort of working late at the orifice?


I don’t want to talk about Friday.

fish night?


(i'm sorry...i can't escape irreverance.  as usual, i like your writing.  and appreciated the sensuality and implicit emotional questions...)


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