numeniusa's boudoir

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Exhausting day of travelling to Brussels, couple of hours work at the client, fingers crossed for tomorrow...

Still, I did bring the new red lingerie to wear under my chaste work frock... :devil:

Did you have to take the train, Numi?
 
Did you have to take the train, Numi?

No, the flight still went, but it was scheduled to Antwerp instead of Brussels. Which was fine, actually, got the train to the nearest town then a taxi to the client site. I didn't even know there was an airport in Antwerp!

We had thought that we would get a lovely night in Antwerp before the flight back on Thursday, but it looks like it'll be running from Brussels by then. Shame, the hotel I'd picked out in Antwerp was gorgeous... :( Desks and everything... :devil:

I do like the Eurostar for Europe, but it's way longer in travel time terms, and massively more expensive... Which, when it's a work trip, is not my money to spend... :eek:
 
Cushions, though, could there be cushions? Always handy for elevating hips, protecting knees, that sort of thing... ;)

A room with a windowsill, a door with a couple of sturdy hooks for high up hold-on ... who needs cushions?
 
Ooh - tell me more about the windowsill... :devil:

When a guy is stomping around a room with arms wrapped around his neck and feet crossed around his butt, there comes a time or two when he needs to perch the object of his attentions on some kind of little shelf, so that a) he can do some much more serious rodgering, and b) there can be some re-adjusting of holds for the next bit of stomping around the room - in the direction of that door with the hooks on.

... memories ... :D
 
When a guy is stomping around a room with arms wrapped around his neck and feet crossed around his butt, there comes a time or two when he needs to perch the object of his attentions on some kind of little shelf, so that a) he can do some much more serious rodgering, and b) there can be some re-adjusting of holds for the next bit of stomping around the room - in the direction of that door with the hooks on.

... memories ... :D

What lovely memories to have.. :) You must have strong legs... :devil:

So here's how I was thinking about the windowsill:

I was envisioning more a 'reverse entry' scenario - hands braced against the windowsill, looking out over some gorgeous view, legs apart, and the feeling of a hand snaking round my waist for stability, and the tip, just the tip to start with, pressing, gently probing...

And that's not a memory.

Yet.... :devil:

(And with that I must to bed, for tomorrow I do battle with the Most Difficult Client Ever... :( Goodnight Simon :kiss:)
 
sweet dreams ... zzzz :rose:

Hmm, sadly not, I had a night of really peculiar dreams, including one where my lovely real life neighbour called me "an arrogant and drunken fool" :eek: Felt so real, it was horrid. Made H laugh though, when I told him :)
 
you'll be passing by here on your way home but i expect you'll be flying... oh to see you in that red lingerie for real :kiss::kiss:

Hehe, maybe the above will give you an idea... :devil:

Yep, flying back from Brussels now, but still going to spend the night in Antwerp beforehand, since it's so lovely :) Looks like the airport is getting back to normal-ish, although I read that check-in is in some massive temporary structure. All credit to them for getting it up and running again after such devastation.
 
Not exactly Renoir but then when did he ever give anyone a stiffy....? :D

:D

I have a theory that those old masterpieces are actually just the Penthouse of the time, I think they probably did give men a stiffy, all those naked breasts, usually for gratuitous reasons.... :devil:

Dejeuner sur l'Herbe, anyone? ;)

*wanders off in search of impressionist photo filter type thing...*
 
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