One morning, I stood washing dishes for so long that I failed to notice my left knee lock. (In related news, I really want a service-oriented submissive or slave who might be open to also being a masochist in play.) When I finished and turned around to approach SwingBot, I noticed the stiffness of my knee and muttered a quiet “Ow,” mostly expressing the word through my face. SwingBot surprised me by giving me a light kiss on the lips that seemed to come from nowhere.
SwingBot made us tacos for dinner and he had too much meat left, though not enough to make keeping it worthwhile. After putting some on my taco, he asked, “Do you want any more meat?”
My feet are sex organs. If those do not get me cumming, then two fingers flickering against my G-spot should do it.
Last Tuesday, after his leftovers caught fire in the oven, SwingBot ordered a pizza for dinner.
As I washed dishes, he approached me from behind and said, “I want to take down your pants and do you from behind right here. But, I have a pizza coming, and the person will just drive right up and see us. Hey, maybe the delivery person is a hot bi co-ed… and could come see us… and, with the pizza, we could get free pepper spray.”