Exaaaaaaaactly. Sometimes, nothing is more exciting than stepping outside of yourself for a bit of “come as you aren’t”.
As I well know, the opposite is true as well. The bedroom is the only place I feel like being the boss, and even then not all the time, as my participation in this thread shows.
What about the wellies? don’t forget the wellies.
Alice the Goon So how embarrassed can you be if you’re dead?
…erm - maybe it’s just a statistical anomaly, but I’ve found more women like it than don’t. (At least in the last ten years or so, when I discovered by accident that some women like it.) Not really at the point of aphyxiation.
It still makes me feel vaguely uncomfortable and creepy-feeling, but whatever it takes to ring the bell, you know?
Yeah, "how you doin’"s as appropriate.
Me. My bunk. I’ll be there.