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if i had a penis, i'd have a ginormous boner for my physical therpaist...but i'm a woman.
all woman.
so i bring extra panties instead.
fuck, if anyone from my family ever reads this...
i might be mortified...
for a hot minute...
then i'd get over it...
and so would they...
i had an appointment with my little tikka masala on valentine's day.
he was in a bad mood.
i felt unloved.
he pushed my body hard (not in a good way).
i left feeling empty.
this morning was different.
he said "good work, great job today."
and i thought, if you think i'm that good on my back - you wait and see.
he's married.
forgive me father for i want to covet another woman's curry.
but i love him.
he wants me to wear shorts to my next session.
he said wearing shorts makes things easier for him because he has to go all the way up my leg.
you do realize if he sees me in shorts, this relationship is over...
i can hang with him hiking my sweats up to the top of my thigh and rubbing me down...
but shorts...
that has vulnerable written all over it.
that's all my junk spread out on a table.
no thanks.
in broad daylight.
we're going to get past this together.
i'll continue to wear sweats.
he'll continue to creep his hands up my leg...
i think it's sexier that way.
who am i to make things that easy.
and we'll all continue to fantasize sweetly.
i mean, shit. i'm not asking him to rub me down in his knickers...
maybe that could be arranged...
posted by tinamarie @ 6:09 PM
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