Setting: two over the hill old farts. Over eager sub, reluctant Dom.
Him: "What do you want for Christmas?"
Her: "You could buy me a whip or something kinky"
Him: (looking as enthusiastic as Ted Bundy/whiny tone) "A whip?"
Her: Or maybe a riding crop?
Him: I already have a riding crop.
Her: (screams of glee) Oh my god you do?!!!! Where where! How come I have never even seen it?
Him: (Shrug)
Her: Get it. Please baby. I just want to look at it. You don't have to do anything.
Him: (holding black riding crop with loop of leather on the end designed to make a loud popping sound, like a folded belt does. Slaps it against his palm.) Hmmm the leather is stiff. "Not much pop in this quirt."
Her: (Never able to pass up a good straight line. Eyes him archly, thinking of how long its been.) Not much quirt in this pop either.
This was a true story. Sometimes the things that happen around here are too funny not to share with someone.
Xantu
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Him: "What do you want for Christmas?"
Her: "You could buy me a whip or something kinky"
Him: (looking as enthusiastic as Ted Bundy/whiny tone) "A whip?"
Her: Or maybe a riding crop?
Him: I already have a riding crop.
Her: (screams of glee) Oh my god you do?!!!! Where where! How come I have never even seen it?
Him: (Shrug)
Her: Get it. Please baby. I just want to look at it. You don't have to do anything.
Him: (holding black riding crop with loop of leather on the end designed to make a loud popping sound, like a folded belt does. Slaps it against his palm.) Hmmm the leather is stiff. "Not much pop in this quirt."
Her: (Never able to pass up a good straight line. Eyes him archly, thinking of how long its been.) Not much quirt in this pop either.
This was a true story. Sometimes the things that happen around here are too funny not to share with someone.
Xantu
Rating/Feedback whore. Read my stories please.