When did I last curl up in her lap? It’s been so long, I cannot recall. Despite numbered boxcars on the calendar and the disinterested faces of clocks, a concrete memory eludes me. Time, location, and date, they’re merely three dimensions after all.
That number, it could be a trinity – secure, owned, loved.
Instead, it feels abstract.
Feeling a tad nostalgic this evening and found The Cult meandering down memory lane. I’ve always loved this song in equal proportion to all the hedonistic acts that took place while listening to this tune – privately, in night clubs, and two live performances. Unsurpisingly, The best memories were made behind closed doors.
Well, most of them. Because then I found this video and remembered Bike Week, 1995. It was a ‘working vacation’ for yours truly, but that never stopped me from having a good time. Bike Week was always crazy, probably still is, but 95 was the most insane trips to Daytona I ever made.
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Maybe the heels on black shoes? I must admit face-stomping, not my thing. It puts the domina at risk for a start….what if it goes wrong?
So, no. I do see what you mean! 🙂
Lol, yeah, I figured black shoes is what he meant. Still, he didn’t give that sentence a whole lot of thought.
And no, face-stomping isn’t my thing, either. Too much risk involved. But it’s hilarious how often the guys who write these messages simply assume that the woman they’re writing to is into the same stuff they are.