I’m bad, sometimes bad to the bone. Every once in a while, I can’t seem to help myself if opportunity knocks, or in this case, emails.
After reading my email I went into Big Guy’s Man Room and sat down. Big Guy was preoccupied with something, which made me even more delighted to be bad. When I know I’m going to rile Big Guy up, get his motor going, it’s always more fun when I can do it with a jolt.
It’s my eyes you see, I can control my voice and facial expressions but the twinkle in my eyes give me away every time. So it’s always best to have a little fun with Big Guy if he can’t or doesn’t see my eyes when I’m setting him up.
Me: I sure do get a lot of email, some of it’s interesting.
Big Guy: Mmm, I’m watching the end of this auction. (Hint for me to leave the room)
Let me tell you right now, this made my joy at giving him a jolt even more pleasurable.
Me: Thinking of changing my toe polish to Pleasurable Pink, I’ve had red toe polish since I was thirteen, maybe it’s time for a change.
Big Guy: Mmmm, (eyes glued to the computer screen)
Me: I have a number of requests for more pictures of my toes.
Big Guy: Mmm? Wha?
Me: Yeah, one guy, his name is Binky, has written several times asking me to post more pics of my toes.
Big Guy: What?
Now I’m looking down at my toes at this point, examining them, because I know if I look at Big Guy he’ll see my eyes and I’ll never be able to finish.
Me: Yeah, Binky says my toes are what he dreams about…
Big Guy: What the hell…
Me: Binky says he’ll suck my toes and…
Big Guy: What the hell kinds of crap have you gotten yourself into? Let me see this email.
Me: Binky says that at night he goes to bed dreaming about my toes and if I want he’ll come to Houston and suck them.
Big Guy: What the f@@k?! What the hell!! What are you talking about?!!
I’m still looking at my toes, refusing to look at Big Guy because I know I’ll give myself away at this point.
Me: Binky says he’s dying of cancer and all he wants is to do is suck my toes before he dies.
Big Guy’s auction is forgotten, I have his full attention.
Me: If I let someone suck my toes, is that cheating on you?
I can not tell you, simply can not tell you the joy I get out of getting Big Guy all worked up, my heart was filled to bursting with the pleasure. I’m bad, bad to the bone.
I looked up from examining my toes and Big Guy could see I was just having fun with him.
It took poor Big Guy a while to calm down, muttering nasty things about Binky, the Internet, my blog, my pictures, anything and everything to do with being on-line.
Ah, but the love last night, mmm, yum, getting Big Guy riled up has its rewards.
I *do* hope the loving involved the spanking you so richly deserved :-P
Posted by: Harvey | January 18, 2005 at 10:42 AM
Think I will give that a try sometime....I have a saying ...when I am bad I am at my best...lol
Posted by: Vickie | January 18, 2005 at 06:17 PM
Funny. So funny. I have read your blog for the last hour or so...at work. It's OK, there's nothing to do. At all. Your writing is so fun to read! I'll check back. I cam from vw's blog.
Posted by: Jen H | January 18, 2005 at 07:33 PM
Funny. So funny. I have read your blog for the last hour or so...at work. It's OK, there's nothing to do. At all. Your writing is so fun to read! I'll check back. I came from vw's blog.
Posted by: Jen H | January 18, 2005 at 07:34 PM
Damn, you have no shame, Bee. A-Man posted about female manipulation of males like this recently if I recall. Something along the lines of cattle being led to the slaughter and I agree 100%. This is just further proof of who really rules the world. Moooo....
Posted by: Deliverance | January 19, 2005 at 10:14 AM
ROFL! You ARE bad, BeeBee, but what a rich learning experience for us!
I'm going to have to try that one right about the time Arthur enters a Texas Hold'em tourney... :D
Posted by: pam | January 19, 2005 at 04:42 PM
oh, BeeBee! i'm reading this aloud to Frank and laughing my head off! he's laughing too, of course, you're hysterical!
Posted by: sarahk | January 27, 2005 at 08:24 PM