Finally, Spring is here and not before time! About this time in the very first year of my marriage, my wife shyly confessed that she’s always fancied the idea of going on spring break – a week of hedonism and sex by the sea. I was a bit reluctant at first, but as usual, she got her way.
It’s become quite an annual routine in our marriage – and it does give me a chance to give the house a really good spring cleaning while she’s away.
|Argh! Don’t you just know that in a few hour’s time, a really good answer to that question will just pop into your head! But by then it’ll be much too late. Always the way, isn’t it? This is the awesome Mistress Vixen, of course.
|Well? Come on! As she’s made such an effort to look nice, and someone’s died horribly as a result, I think the least you can do is pay her a little compliment on her appearance? Hmm?
|Brno’s not that far. A couple of hours, at most. It can be a bit hard to find a locksmith at the weekend, though.
Image from OWK and quite possibly Mistress Karma, although I’m not sure I could swear to that, even under torture.
|Ah, the joys of summer.