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| maihri |
on Tue 18 Jan 05, 5:15 PM to maihri's blog.
When we started playing, Himself was more than a tad concerned that that I was going to try and carry it over into every day life. Yes folks, you can imagine my gales of laughter, swiftly followed by my best Miss Piggy impression, "Doormat, Moi?" accompanied by the swing of a weighty handbag. Playing for us is sexual, so we flirt in 'kink', which does tend to involve a lot of whispered threats and giggling (I have kids with big ears).
I've been a housefrau long enough to know that that kind of 'service' is dull, tedious, repetitive and if I were rich, someone else would do it for me!
Still, there's nothing like a sneaky five minutes, Kids upstairs) sitting at His feet, His hand petting my hair, quietly watching telly together. Very relaxing. 
Maihri
