I've been thinking about Him a lot recently. [Why did I have to find that photo?!? Why did I listen to The Optimist???] He takes me home with him and tells me to wait until He 'slips into something more comfortable'. When He comes back He is dressed in His best lingerie, very little black dress, killer heels and immaculate make-up, with His long, flowing locks tied up in a pony tail. I beckon Him closer, place my knees between His feet and ask Him to lift His skirt. I then slip His panties down His gorgeously smooth, stocking-clad legs and introduce myself to His 'Special Wee Soldier' who is obligingly standing to attention.
If you are reading this and try to tell me that you aren't drooling for more, then you're a bloody liar! lol
