I'm Creamy
He came!
He came!
Sebbie the monster dog started baying away and I knew it was he.
My first thoughts were:
No, I'm not a fruitcake.
All my panties were in the laundry baskets downstairs and I was still wearing pajamas upstairs.
Since I was planning on wearing a skirt and bending over to help the guy cart the groceries from the porch to the kitchen, panties seemed like the right thing to do.
The guy could be my Grandpa. I'd hate to flash him, have him stroke out, and then not get the cream for my coffee. Priorities, people!
So, afterswearing madly like a sailor while forcing a gazillion items in food on "our empty" shelves and into our"barren" frig efficiently putting away the groceries, I blithely mentioned to CG the above panties issue.
He smiled gently, then asked hopefully if I ever thought about the opposite when he came home.
He came!
Sebbie the monster dog started baying away and I knew it was he.
My first thoughts were:
"Ah, the Safeway guy is here... I should probably put some panties on."
No, I'm not a fruitcake.
All my panties were in the laundry baskets downstairs and I was still wearing pajamas upstairs.
Since I was planning on wearing a skirt and bending over to help the guy cart the groceries from the porch to the kitchen, panties seemed like the right thing to do.
The guy could be my Grandpa. I'd hate to flash him, have him stroke out, and then not get the cream for my coffee. Priorities, people!
So, after
He smiled gently, then asked hopefully if I ever thought about the opposite when he came home.
"You know," he says goofily, "like CG's home, so I should take off my panties."
(Sorry, TMI, I know)
Me: "Um, no. Never came across my mind. You are always home."
He seemed sad and disappointed at first, then a few minutes later he rebounded with,
"You want a nooner?"
Yep, that's my life. My husband is the energizer bunny with his own cold-fusion penile power source. He neva, evah stops thinking about sex.
Sigh. He was disappointed once again, but watch out boys, I already had my cream.
Buh-dum-dump!
"You want a nooner?"
Yep, that's my life. My husband is the energizer bunny with his own cold-fusion penile power source. He neva, evah stops thinking about sex.
Sigh. He was disappointed once again, but watch out boys, I already had my cream.
Buh-dum-dump!
1 Witty Comments For Me:
You didn't tag this one with pinup.
Maybe when you get home from bowling...
(insert all kinds of innuendo here)
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