I don’t drink coffee anymore, but ♀ does and I’ll often bring her a cup on my way home from work. I stopped at Timmy’s this morning and ordered an extra-large black coffee. OK, I need to admit something here…the official reason is that way ♀ can add the exact amount of milk when she gets it, but truth-be-told ordering an extra-large black for my wife every morning amuses me. Yes, I’m such a sissy.

Anyway, I placed my order and the tiny Filipino woman serving me went to put the cup in a sleeve before handing it to me. I have tough old bakers hands and told her to keep the sleeve. She looked up at me with pure adoration and said “Some guys order a triple-triple and still need a sleeve. They are not real men. Real men have tough, strong hands, like you.”

Do you think she’d still say that if she knew what I was wearing under my whites? Do tough hands trump frilly knickers in the ‘real man’ department?

Speaking of real men and frilly knickers, have you been to Teresa’s new store lately?

Cheers,

♀ & sss

This past Remembrance Day marked the 10th anniversary of ♀ & I meeting in person. We’d been chatting online for a few days…maybe a week. We’d had phone sex already so I knew what her big O’s sounded like. But, yeah, 10 years ago was our first face-to-face.

I wasn’t a very good kisser…or dresser…and my car smelled musty…and I was much to skinny for her taste…and I only wore cotton boy briefs and…when I think about it…it’s kinda amazing that here we are ten years later.

And ten years later she still rocks my knickers. Seriously, she’s still my dream-girl, my trophy-wife, my Mommy, my everything.

I do try to make her feel special and to show her how much I love her every day, but 10 years, Holy Doodle! I needed to go the extra mile to make her feel like my Queen…

Cheers,

♀ & sss