Clark Kent Triumphs

He wrote me an email with little icons kissing, which was, to be sure, a bit cute for my taste, but I liked it anyway.

And so I went over to see him. He wore a silk robe. Red with little patterns on it. He smelled slightly of Drakkar Noir (Polo? I can't tell any more) and pulled me inside his house. Kissing me full on the mouth and then taking my hand, we went into his bedroom, which had a "Kansas City Madam's" bed. For those of you who don't know what that is: am I your cultural dictionary? *Sigh* I suppose I am. Well all right, what it means, for those of you who don't know is this: it means the bed is so high off the ground, that it would be possible for..-you know if you don't GET this, then stop reading my blog-immediately-and go find yourself a nice Jehovah's Witness. You might be happier.

"You look very nice," he said as he hopped up on the bed.

"As do you," I smiled, kicked off my sandals and came aboard.

"What are you wearing?"

"Well, I had to wear clothes."

"True, but you don't any more." He ran his hand up my shirt and kissed me full on the mouth. "I want you to take it off."

SO I did. Along with my jeans. Under it all I was wearing a black bra with pink lace and matching boyshorts. He inhaled sharply as I carefully folded everything and put it on the lampshade.

He turned me on my stomach and began kissing my back, undoing my bra, which I reached up and also put on top of the lampshade. And then he gave me a look, which said, "The panties?"

But I slid down on my stomach, ignoring the plea of his eyes. "You may massage me now," I said.

He carefully got on top of me and began to do my back-and then, when he got to the bottom of my back, he got off me, took the initiative and slowly peeled off my panties. He rubbed his hands slowly and carefully over my bottom-and then, he covered it with little kisses.

And the rest? The rest my darlings? After he was finished with me, he fed me tiny little chicken fingers that he had deep fat fried himself (oh my!) and a mixed green salad, complete with tiny slivers of avocado in a honey mustard dressing (that he had made himself). For dessert? Tiny chocolate cupcakes with HUGE frosting heads!

I remain,

Hilda Stinson