And this is what he said …
I guess I should start by wishing Wicked Wednesday a very happy birthday, so consider that done.
Neither of us are much into parties. Certainly not this sort.
This is more our style.
|An intimate meal with good friends.|
Play parties are a different matter, of course – although we’ve not attended one yet in this country. Being able to lead your partner by her collar and leash into a room of fellow kinky people is very err, liberating. Harder these days, as it’s difficult to find somewhere with wheelchair access – the majority of get-togethers seem to happen in basements with only steps as access. *sighs*
Parties can also just be between the two of us. As on the occasion of my 42nd birthday, when we were still LDR and an ocean apart.
There was a cake, with candles.
|You had to blow the candle out for me.|
There was a gift.
|Remind me: was the gift the thing inside the paper, or the lovely slut holding it?|
There was even a party favour bag.
|Was the favour inside the bag, or holding on to it?|
All in all, that was a happy/sad but wonderful party. Of course, the birthday (and other) parties since we’ve been physically together have been rather more pleasant [quaint British understatement alert].
Then there is the party that goes on in my mouth and other places every time I taste you, but that would be far too rude to talk about on a sex blog, wouldn’t it? 🙂
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