Spend my midnight hours thinking about just how much I want my boss to hurt me. I'm a selfish snotty type but ache to be owned. Ok so maybe blogging after alcohol leads to self indulgence.
Got a few thousand words done for the 'proper' novel over the weekend which I'm pleased with but now I have a dilemma. My main character in my 'novel' is half way through a murder, it is the climax of the story we're talking monologing crescendo here, the book will end in a matter of chapters which is a really odd place to put it on hold but I really want to get stuck into 17 of the brethren. I want to play with Joseph, there hasn't been anywhere near enough actual hands on sex. I think I'll let him and James run amuck with pet girls and milkers
This has a certain appeal, something about the relentlessness?
Joseph one end of a pretty a pet girl with James up to his balls in the other perhaps.
My mother had me tested but I think they were checking for the wrong things!!