It was so dreamy!

Last night we flew to Paris. No reason, just because I’m loved sooooooo much! We stayed at the most beautiful hotel with a view of the Eiffel Tower. My golly gee but the scenery was amazing! I’m such a lucky girl!

 Then I slept in a pearl-covered, diamond-studded cage fit for a Princess. A slave princess but a princess none-the-less. And we had hot, steamy sex in a gigantic hot tub! Oh it was just magical!

After sex and after a lovely scene that sent me into subspace from the first stroke and lasted for hours and hours and hours (and hours!) He took the clamps off and (magically!) all of my appendages were only pleasantly sore instead of being black and dead from hours of lack of circulation and tonight we’re doing it all over again! Because our bank account is bottomless! And my body bounces back amazingly fast! I’m so blessed!!

 Well not really.

 Actually, last night we went to Wal-mart to get groceries. And dickered over the price of toilet paper and garbage bags.

Then, after we got home, I got mad because He yelled at me so I tried to get back at Him by not properly asking Him to use the bathroom so now I’m in trouble and I have a punishment coming.

I wasn’t quite brave enough to skip asking altogether, but digging deep into my arsenal of weapons of retaliation for making me mad, I pulled out the big guns and left off the “please Sir” before I shut the door and peed.

Paris sounds a whole hell of a lot better, doesn’t it?? I’ve really got to stop reading the fluffy bunny journals because Wal-mart and temper tantrums simply pale in comparison.

*dramatic sigh*

 Well I guess these sentences aren’t writing themselves, are they? :(

~cunt

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