Please understand. I’m not blaming Old No. 7. But the multiple sips I’ve had have loosened my fingers enough to let you know that Miss Green needs a good fucking. Sigh. Yes, I could go get it. But I’m waiting. For what you ask?
I’m waiting for you.
I’m waiting for you to:
Bend me. Twist me. Spank me. Fill me. Screw me. Slap me. Fuck me. Claim me. Mark me. Own me.
Make me yours.
I’m begging you to handle me. Show me who’s the boss. Prove to me you’re smarter, stronger, braver, sharper, faster. I WANT to be less than you. Are you there? Can you hear me?
Yes. Yes, I will push back. I will make you earn it. I will battle with your brain, your body and your soul. I will nip, tug and scream before you earn my submission. But when you do. God, when you do. You will feel like a king. And you will have earned it.
Three cheers for Jack Daniel’s anyone?