I was being a smartass, goofy.
No, really?
t covers Empress' eyes
'Our Mrs. Reynolds'
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I was being a smartass, goofy.
No, really?
t covers Empress' eyes
t pokes connie in the ribs
I KNOW.
Funny. I was just thinking: I should get Aimee somthing pretty. She deserves something pretty. Anything in particular that would please you?
Ack! But now you're in reach!
Anything in particular that would please you?
Pink. Shiny. Pink.
Old Navy Gift Card.
Pink. Shiny. Pink.
Old Navy Gift Card.
Good to know. I like pleasing the Empress.
I like pleasing the Empress.
Hey, get out of our bed!
I like pleasing the Empress.
More people should adopt this frame of mind. People like ... my boss. And President Bush. One of those two people would actually believe I am a true real Empress of a powerful land. Hint: Not my boss.
Hey, get out of our bed!
TMI! TMI! TMI!
Going back (yes, I'm posting from work ... and stupid work keeps interfering with my Buffista time) - keeping the Winchesters in gilded, velvet cushioned cages would make them restless ... so added angst! yay!