Ow. Pain in my joints and bones, pain in my head. Just want to curl up somewhere warm and dark and quiet with Patrick, hot water bottle and blanket and s-l-e-e-p. No idea what’s wrong with me; maybe it’s the cold weather; hopefully it will only last a day.
Have now got a pair of hot-looking high-heeled boots that make me feel all powerful (TS sale); in my head I am wearing them as I crouch down astride the torso of my excitable lover to whisper filthy-nothings into his ear. After pulling on the hem of my skirt to bring me closer he grabs onto the heels of the boots and twists his fingers around them; I can feel the vibrations run up my legs as he does so.
Or they are the boots I wear with an over-abundance of eye make-up and tight jeans that put me at eye-level with said lover as I push myself into him, up against the wall; they are the boots I wear as I slowly slide my hands underneath his jacket, around his waist, under his jumper and t-shirt and over his back to the soft hollow overlying his spine.
They’re nice boots. I think however that the most sordidness they will see is solely of the fantasy kind. Sigh.
Hmm. Maybe some doughnuts will help me feel less under-the-weather.
