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A Rainy Sunday Afternoon

September 13, 2010

I woke up when ♀ got home from having breakfast with her brother. I hadn’t had enough sleep. I felt thick and stupid and cranky. I ate the leftover pizza from the night before then crawled back under the covers still wearing sweatpants and her fuzzy pink housecoat. Two hours later I was awake again, drenched in sweat.

 

♀ was chatting with someone online. She’d lost her pants. I kissed her cheek and she told me to release her sweater puppies. I undid her bra. I went in the other room and turned on the idiot box. The football game I was going to watch was 24-1 at halftime. ♀ went into the bedroom. I switched to Rocky & Bullwinkle.

 

 ”Come here, Princess.”

 

She was spread-eagled before me. Feet on the floor, bent at the waist, upper body on the bed. I took off my clothes and stood between her legs, rubbing my thickening cock between her ass cheeks.

 

“Is this an acceptable way for a slut to present herself?”

“I’m certain a presentation like this will get lots of  attention.”

“It’s to bad there aren’t any real men here to appreciate it. Put your face down there and lick my panties.scent

When I wrote this post last night it had very detailed descriptions of the two times we fucked yesterday. It was day three of her period so there was much blood and showers and laundry…lots and lots of laundry. We’d been away from home the past two weekends and I’d been a 6-night a week kinda baker for three weeks before that so this was the first full weekend we’d spent at home in a long time. The sex was great, but when I read the post this morning it didn’t sparkle. There seemed to be a lot of ‘tab A went into slot B and several orgasms were achieved’. It was a boring read so I deleted it.

 

After one of our showers yesterday she told me she wanted me to do something different with her hair. Remember I took a hair braiding class a few years ago? Well, she’s decided I need to expand my repertoire. So with the help of several tutorials on Youtube, I learned how to do a ‘fishtail’ braid.

 

Later in the day she brought out a french manicure kit she’d bought awhile ago. I’ve been painting her toe nails for a long time, but she doesn’t usually let me do her fingers…I’ve always had trouble colouring within the lines. This french manicure kit is an entirely different level of  fiddly. We did her fingers together and she only needed to fix 2/10. Then she told me to do her toes myself. That is really freakin hard to do. I got frustrated and asked what the point of little white stripes on the tips of  little tiny toe nails. She said I needed to know lots of ways to make her look beautiful for other men.

 

I’ve been thinking about that. Do you think men…I mean ‘real’ men notice things like fishtail braids and french pedicures?

 

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Cheers,

♀ & sss

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  1. But don’t the toe nails look pretty? And well worth it i might add

    Comment by Okusan_Bitch — September 13, 2010 @ 4:04 pm

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