I say “Honey” and she called me “Dianne Rott”
Ask?
“Sylvia! How do you call your lover boy?”
“C’mere, lover boy!”
Nuff said.
He misspelt “tell”
Gimme some sugar, baby.
If you gotta ask, you’re doing something wrong.
No, he misspelled “beg and plead with.”
And I don’t have to ask.
What do you mean, ask?
I just grab his lapels and throw him down on the floor, and-
Cracking the leather whip also gets his attention.
I must be dim today…I don’t get it…
“Die and rot,” I believe.
Oh. That’s kind of sad.
I can’t be sure, but I think it’s one of those said-in-jest things.
There’s no telling.
I may put my freshly shaved leg up so he can feel its smoothness. He may pull my hand up to feel his freshly shaved face (I do love a smooth face.) I may come up while he’s doing something on the computer or cooking dinner and nibble on his earlobe.
Nonverbal communication, baby.
“You awake?”
Once and a while, we play “Screwble”.
Just for fun, we have a game of Scrabble"… At the begining of the game we write a note describing what we would like in the way of “lovin’”, and tuck it (unread by “opponent”) under the board.
Loser provides winner’s wish.
We are both fairly talented Scrabble players, but it surprising how often I “play to lose”… (at “Screwble”, anyway)
Regards
FML
Heh. Reminds me of innuendo. Scrabble with a theme. Tiles end up getting stuck to your ass, though.
“Brace yerself.”
First, I get out my credit card…
Boldly, and in code.
Oh, sure – it’s all great fun.
Until someone loses an “I”.
P.S. “One and a while”?
Is that like someone being a pre-Madonna?