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*smiiiiiiiiiiiiiile*
Yesterday was Mr. Roxy's birthday--YaY Mr.Roxy. Still as cute as when I first set eyes on him, a tender little youth of 19. And here he is, 48. It hardly seems possible that so much time has passed. He was so completely innocent when I met him--poor thing. My friends and I must have seemed like people from another planet, but he was always so nice to them--it's one of the things that drew me to him, his willingness to accept other folks, no matter how strange or different or completely screamingly queer, he was unfailingly polite and kind. Kind of Old School southern upbringing without the bigotry.
So, he got many gifts and I made him dinner. I know it! Really, I swear, and not a box in sight--from...*SCRATCH!* (horses nigh in background, thunder)
After, we went out for dessert. My reasoning being, if there 's no birthday cake around I won't be able to eat the whole fucking thing myself. And then...well, let's just put this part under the cut, shall we? Wouldn't want to scar the children...
anyhoo-
and then we had the kind of sex that make your neighbors say Lord Jesus, call the police-someone's getting killed over there! Oh my god! Ladies, if you think I'm doing anything so rude as to brag--fuck yeah, I am! *does the butt-waggle dance of be jealous*
I’m sorry, that's not very mature is it?
BWAAAH-HAHAHA!!!!
I'm sure some of you are doing the mental equivalent of sticking your fingers in your ears and going LALALALA, but get used to it, old folks have sex--and some pretty freaky nasty sex at that. *purrrrrrs*
So tonight's the anniversary, 26 years, go us--but it's a work night so nothing going on special...ah well, can't complain, at least I'm still semi-gainfully employed. *grin* Talk to you later, at least those of you who haven't run off. *roxy be all grinnin'*
Kisses?
So, he got many gifts and I made him dinner. I know it! Really, I swear, and not a box in sight--from...*SCRATCH!* (horses nigh in background, thunder)
After, we went out for dessert. My reasoning being, if there 's no birthday cake around I won't be able to eat the whole fucking thing myself. And then...well, let's just put this part under the cut, shall we? Wouldn't want to scar the children...
anyhoo-
and then we had the kind of sex that make your neighbors say Lord Jesus, call the police-someone's getting killed over there! Oh my god! Ladies, if you think I'm doing anything so rude as to brag--fuck yeah, I am! *does the butt-waggle dance of be jealous*
I’m sorry, that's not very mature is it?
BWAAAH-HAHAHA!!!!
I'm sure some of you are doing the mental equivalent of sticking your fingers in your ears and going LALALALA, but get used to it, old folks have sex--and some pretty freaky nasty sex at that. *purrrrrrs*
So tonight's the anniversary, 26 years, go us--but it's a work night so nothing going on special...ah well, can't complain, at least I'm still semi-gainfully employed. *grin* Talk to you later, at least those of you who haven't run off. *roxy be all grinnin'*
Kisses?
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