Dreams that looked like this gave way to about three hours of playing around under the covers. No I didn't say I did that for three straight hours. I said we played around. Which is a lot of fun when you aren't desperately sexually fustrated and longing to get to the main event. It invovled some of her dirtier attempts at fan fiction, a running joke that I choose not to get into and some cinnamon massage oil I picked up in Vegas. When breakfast time rolled around, I felt like this or maybe like this or this. Suffice it to say, the mood was a good one. I had a big bowl of Cocoa Puffs before unlocking the doors. Some days just rock.
See you in the funny papers...
Simon
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