The Morning After
May 9th 2006 13:07
The next morning Mr. X left for work at an obscenely early hour, leaving Taffy and I to claim the bed for ourselves. We luxuriated in the space and the warmth and the sheer comforting cottony-satiness of it all for most of the morning.
Actually, there was black satin everywhere! It took simply ages to sort through it all and find Taffy’s black satin negligee amid all the sheets and undergarments.
When we did drag ourselves away it was only to go in search of chocolate frappachinos and chocolately croissants- For those who are planning a ménage a trois do make sure you have chocolate supplies handy, there are serious cravings!
So then we trundled our lonely way home, taking in the varied strangeness of Oxford St in daylight- designer boutiques and sex shops in close succession. We resolved to return and investigate both when a little less sleep-deprived and generally sated.
The afternoon thus ended sadly and sweetly as I farewelled Taffy on the train back to Newcastle.
…And then I got the call from Mr. X.
Somewhere between the passionate kissing the strange sexual acts I hadn’t noticed them performing, Taffy and Mr. X had managed to start a covert feud.
She had begun her insidious revenge plan by hacking into his computer and changing his msn name. He wasn’t thrilled. It was only going to get much messier.
Actually, there was black satin everywhere! It took simply ages to sort through it all and find Taffy’s black satin negligee amid all the sheets and undergarments.
When we did drag ourselves away it was only to go in search of chocolate frappachinos and chocolately croissants- For those who are planning a ménage a trois do make sure you have chocolate supplies handy, there are serious cravings!
So then we trundled our lonely way home, taking in the varied strangeness of Oxford St in daylight- designer boutiques and sex shops in close succession. We resolved to return and investigate both when a little less sleep-deprived and generally sated.
The afternoon thus ended sadly and sweetly as I farewelled Taffy on the train back to Newcastle.
…And then I got the call from Mr. X.
Somewhere between the passionate kissing the strange sexual acts I hadn’t noticed them performing, Taffy and Mr. X had managed to start a covert feud.
She had begun her insidious revenge plan by hacking into his computer and changing his msn name. He wasn’t thrilled. It was only going to get much messier.
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let's see the fire!
don't worry, it'll make the make-up so much sweeter!