A few years ago this guy I was seeing left his gloves at my house after a visit. So naturally I handcuffed and tied them up in my daughter's doll rocking chair, blindfolded them and placed a pair of scissors menacingly alongside. I sent this picture along with a note (in Ransom Note font, of course) that said, "I have your mittens. If I do not receive a phone call in 24 to 48 hours, you will receive your mittens one finger at a time. Do not call the police."
Strangely enough, we didn't date for very long.
Ro, I think we need to add to my list of requirements for my future boyfriend: someone who gets my sense of humor. And likes it. mk
6 comments:
You and your boyfriends mittens are incredibly hot.
Where is the picture? Or is there supposed to be one?
Never mind, I see it now. Wow, that's messed up! I like it.
AND HE DIDN'T CALL??? WHAT A JACKASS.
Honestly, that just got me hot. Please...that's just so brilliant of an invitation for wit/intelligence and sex all rolled into one gorgeous little ransom note...which honestly, I love. And if I weren't gay and partnered and betrothed to Jenny and Victor, I'd be all over you like gay men on Venetian plaster.
As a matter of fact, as I write this and I think of those poor, poor, naughty mittens, I feel a drip of perspiration forming at the base of my neck working down the arche of my back towards my firm, yet supple ass.
**swoon** Oh, Kevin...having you comment....it's all I dreamed of and more!
And having seen some of the pictures on your blog, the visual of that sweet little drip of perspiration and its travels is almost more than I can stand. yummy. mk
I'm laughing...and laughing...
-bm
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