Ishmael
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that women want to share their decorating ideas with all?
I'm not so concerned about the living room or dining area. The guest room or bathroom (except for those damn double 'bijongs'.) But the kitchen and bedroom are another story.
The Kitchen is utilitarian (although I can see some fun in washing dishes or other postures on occasion). But damn it, the bedroom is for fucking. Not for company. (And if your into that sort of company, it's still for fucking.)
I'm not interested in waterbeds or other such things. I want a firm mattress. If I wanted to fuck a sponge, I wouldn't have asked you to live with me to begin with. Your ass is all the cushion I need.
Decorator sheets? WTF? I asked you to be my mate, not the fucking bed. I can get a bed without you, and I don't have to shop Macy's to do it. As a matter of fact, as long as the sheets smell like you, your going to get more of my attention than you may want. So, if you really want me sleeping on the couch, keep those sheets smelling "Ivory Snow" fresh. I'll get a tape of Marilyn "Behind the Green Door" and let the smell of her turn me on.
If your idea of sex is to rip up a well made bed, sobeit. I can live with that. But understand that my idea of sex is taking your clothes off. So while you turn down the covers, I'll unpeel your clothing.
A starched pillow case is no substitute for an erect nipple. A color coordinated cover and sheet ensemble is no substitute for a screaming, ejacualting orgasm.
So, shop till you drop. But keep your fucking priorities in order.
Ishmael
I'm not so concerned about the living room or dining area. The guest room or bathroom (except for those damn double 'bijongs'.) But the kitchen and bedroom are another story.
The Kitchen is utilitarian (although I can see some fun in washing dishes or other postures on occasion). But damn it, the bedroom is for fucking. Not for company. (And if your into that sort of company, it's still for fucking.)
I'm not interested in waterbeds or other such things. I want a firm mattress. If I wanted to fuck a sponge, I wouldn't have asked you to live with me to begin with. Your ass is all the cushion I need.
Decorator sheets? WTF? I asked you to be my mate, not the fucking bed. I can get a bed without you, and I don't have to shop Macy's to do it. As a matter of fact, as long as the sheets smell like you, your going to get more of my attention than you may want. So, if you really want me sleeping on the couch, keep those sheets smelling "Ivory Snow" fresh. I'll get a tape of Marilyn "Behind the Green Door" and let the smell of her turn me on.
If your idea of sex is to rip up a well made bed, sobeit. I can live with that. But understand that my idea of sex is taking your clothes off. So while you turn down the covers, I'll unpeel your clothing.
A starched pillow case is no substitute for an erect nipple. A color coordinated cover and sheet ensemble is no substitute for a screaming, ejacualting orgasm.
So, shop till you drop. But keep your fucking priorities in order.
Ishmael

