Bloggus Interruptus

My dear readers! I do apologize, but what could I do? Certainly I could not be caught blogging, so the best I could do was to quickly sign off.

I suppose you are all wondering what happened with Thor. Well I will get back to that in a bit. I have to talk a little bit about food. Really. I do.

So for lunch, tamales from Costco were served. And they were quite good, even if they were chicken (I am prejudiced against anything chicken.) I had a beer with the tamale. It made me feel very full, this beer and this tamale. So I napped.

Up from the nap, I found a small carton of Skinny Cow (TM) Caramel Cone in the freezer, which I devour. For diet ice cream, it is sublime. I am on vacation and will deny myself nothing! Creamy vanilla with streaks of caramel and crunchy cone bits! SO yummy. Like Thor would describe me.

When he finished bathing me he carried me into the bedroom and set me gently down on the bed. He wore a towel around his waist, and I wore one on my hair.

"You are adorable," he said, kissing me, his hands on my hips, he pried my legs open and began kissing my breasts, and then my stomach and then my thighs. "Beautiful", he said, his finger gently pressing on my little blonde poof and this his tongue swirled over my pudenda, his finger inside me.

"Is that one or two?"

"Just one."

"It feels like two," I tell him.

"Just one," he pulls it out and licks it. And with that, he gets down to the business of making Miss Hilda come. And not quietly. At which point, he brings his cock up to my entrance and pushes. "Oh." he says, pulls out and his mouth is back on me. "Wetter," he says and tries again. And we are fucking. It's glorious.

When he is finished, he tells me he loves me.

Of course he does.

How could he not?

I remain,

Hilda Stinson