I don't know how the conversation started, but it took place while we eat scrambled eggs in the early afternoon, a substitute breakfast.
"If someone hurt you" he said, "I would kill them."
He is the most gentle and caring person i know, and i can't ask him to bruise me as i like to be bruised but there is an undercurrent of a different sort of passion.
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Asking is rubbish. I hate that.
Better to be done, hard and spontaneously, in an angry fit of passion.
So on that front, good news?
God, I dunno.
M in Devon (deep in A-levels and GCSEs -- you have that pain to come, at least)
It's a quality mix, - my Dearest Carnalis, - subtly reflected in the tone of posts since that first tentative, cautious introduction.
I've watched your own self respect and love grow in each post.
He will spank and more in time - but only when you ask him, even in the "Wild" he will ever be first and foremost be concerned with your pleasure.
Lucky you! I think most might call this "Happiness".
Don't take a good man for granted.
Just teach him your delicious syllabus and enjoy the fruits. And since I'm just an (Irish) plus one, I'll include the following on his behalf not that I think he will ever need it.
He wishes for the Cloths of Heaven
Had I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread upon my dreams.
W.B. Yeats
GCSE equilivants sped past in the year of Live Aid and as for "A levels", in an adult sense I refer to the above.
Ha!!! 1985 is so far away and just yesterday!
As ever, just an an anonymous ...
Q
Spotted the tweet on Wednesday. Was it this one?
http://www.bbcgoodfood.com/recipes/1663/lamb-black-pudding-and-mustard-hotpot
M in Devon
M - the pain of GCSE .. oh my, the joy to come!
If i ask .. it puts me in a different category of woman, the slutty kind that doesn't need cups of tea in the morning (it has happened before, and yes it is rubbish).
A fit of passion would be lovely too.
And the lamp hotpot .. i saw that recipe i think, the other day, but tonight i just winged it. Seemed to work well.
Q - thank you for your words (and Yeats'). I won't take him for granted, and i shall continue to subtly display my peculiarities. I'll be sure to let you know how it goes.
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