So i get in the car after a loooonnnng day of working. He's had a long one today too, i can tell.
"i have a surprise for You."
"Oh?"
"Mmmmhmmm." i nod and slip into the passenger seat. He shuts His door and looks over to me.
"Well...?"
In response, i inch up my grey gabardine wool skirt (Gap, tyvm) and tug aside my panties: i'm shaved clean, not even the landing strip is left.
"Oh... you're going to let Me
Been awhile... but i thought i'd update you anyways =)
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So i come home, we read, we play a little Wii, then He shuts it off and has me wait for Him. He returns with a few things, most notably a paper bag.
"We're playing Mystery Bag 3000."
i nod, and He leans in to blindfold me, which results in the usual "Ooooooh..." and He chuckles as i lean up to kiss Him. He pushes me back into place, letting me know no touching is allowed yet.
i really believe that. Having a secret that no one else knows makes life thrilling (or dangerous, depending on the secret... but isn't that somehow thrilling, too?)
i don't mean a secret like when the milk in your fridge expires or if you're not a natural redhead -- i mean the kind of secret where you get off work and go home to be led around, naked, on a leash *weg*
Just the other day i was working, suggesting materials for a costume we'll be building for an upcoming
i just cant help myself *smh*
We're getting married!
More accurately, we're eloping... in 3 weeks, 3 days. *grins* The families have no idea... it's going to be just us, exactly how we want it.
That said, we are planning it to be a very satirical affair, lol. We are not traditionalists in any sense of the word and our day will certainly reflect that. *nods*
i'm not posting any details for now; it's enough to get the secret off
Turns out i'm perfectly fine.
Well, let me rephrase: i don't have appendicitis. Apparently i just pulled a weird muscle or something, because i never got sick and we were never given cause to head to the hospital (thank GOD!)
Meanwhile, life as i know it has set my wheels turning; how much of who i am, what i know, what i value... is because i am American? In how many ways am i spoiled without knowing it? In how many ways ignorant? Maybe i'll find that