We were too busy to eat the silverside pot roast that i had put in the oven, so, the next day i made it into a cottage pie, gravy and all. So, so good.
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It is three years (i can hardly believe how the time has flown) since i was last pregnant, but he can still draw milk from my breast. Always from the left one, he points out, as he shows me the shimmering creamy droplet that quivers on rosy crinkles. He holds his tongue out an inch from the nipple and my flesh hardens and uplifts in anticipation of his mouth.
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Three years?? Seems like it should be longer than that! But that's still a pretty good talent on his part!
Hey...what about that other thing?
Apropos of nothing in particular, I'd just like to let you know how much I enjoy this blog. I came for the erotica and have stayed for the prose, the cooking and the refreshing obtuseness. It makes me feel and remember things...
Thanks a bunch, I hope good things flow back to you for what you give to your readers. xx
Os - i haven't forgotten (my mum in plaster .. am snowed under with extra housework!)
Michael - thank you so much. I really appreciate the comment, and am delighted that you are enjoying the snippets of my life.
Well, I enjoy the erotica too, but really relish the free cooking lessons and recipes! How sad is that?
M in Devon (sheltering from noisy teenagers. Roll on university!)
It seems we're reaching consensus, I too was attracted by the erotica and then stayed for the personality, cooking, fun, vignettes of daily life and occasional sadness..
Perhaps vicarious, maybe voyeuristic but it's all good isn't it?
hmm
now i don't know whether i should post the steamy piece i've been writing ..
M - i *write* the recipes, so i must be sadder still.
Ceeej - aww. ta.
except .. you like the sadness??? *sob* what happens if i turn happy all of a sudden?
(yeah, won't ever happen)
Ahh, but how would you value the happy times if you had no sadness to measure it by?
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