So last night I made my bitch G pole dance for my pleasure. I mean a motherfucker's got to get some entertainment from his man somehow, right? So we're at this sex party and he's doing his usual "look at me" dancing schtick. So I figure, why don't I put his ass up for show. Would you believe he did it???!!! Pole dancing! 

Well I got bored, the other ladies in the house got bored, so I chained his ass to the pole and fisted him. Nothing special.

Today I went out with J for lamb smothered in apricot and walnuts. There were a few sprigs of rosemary too, but I plucked them out. Dinner conversation went more or less like this:

Me: Um. (blush!)
Her: Ah... (look at floor)
Me: Well, um, hee hee hee.
Her: Hee!
Me: Er.
Her: Hee hee. Um?
Me: Ahh...

I think it went pretty well.

Dear LJ,

I know it's sort of boring, but last night, I beat the crap out of G, while R watched.  S and C at first appeared to be watching, but upon closer inspection (and I mean close!) turned out to be intensely focused on simultaneously inserting fingers in each other's butts.  I know from experience that it's harder than it looks to do that at the same time, but it's still pretty dull when you come right down to it.  I'd have given them some pointers, but G was screaming and getting semen all over the room, so I had to de-hypnotise R and put her to work on cleanup duty.  Ho hum.  Another night.  Sorry for the tedious post, but it's best to write these things down so I can forget them immediately.  Yawwwn.

-Lori