
Today is Mr. Roxy's birthday--everybody wave and wish him a happy one. Because the man is a saint, trust me on this.He's survived many obsessions of mine, and when I say obsesssion, I'm not kidding--I throw myself heart and soul into something and this dear man just gets sucked along in my wake. He's so wonderfully tolerant--I love him with the passion of a million fiery suns.
Plus, he's pretty hot for an old guy.
So, for his birthday, I'm getting a tattoo! For him. Not because I want one... I'm getting his initials on my calf, 'cause I'm pretty sure now we won't be splitting and I'll have to sandpaper them off or something--I'm all excited, I love getting tattoos and this one will be tasteful, just his initials and a rose wrapped through them, upside down--so he can read them (whistles, looks at ceiling--what?)
Anyway, happy birthday, honey bunny, I'm sorry you were looking over my shoulder when I typed " and Bruce pushed into Lex's tight tight ass and cried out when the wet heat of Clark's tongue lashed across his sensitive anus" I hope your eyes are better now.
I love you.