Friday, February 28, 2014

Your Choice

So, Sir dressed me today.
Not something he typically does.

He told me today I would go without a bra.

I go periodically without a bra
at home, but never when I go out.

He did allow me a fleece when I went out,
but my tits are still jiggly and…AND….

IT'S COLD HERE!

He and I went out to lunch.

He's wearing shorts and a sweatshirt.
I'm wearing jeans and a semi-transparent t-shirt
AND a fleece.

We're walking to the restaurant and I complain,
"It's cold!!!  I'm so cold!!!"
"Ya, tell me about it," he retorts looking down at his legs.
"Well, YOUR'S was a choice!" I say
"Yours is a choice too, my dear.
IT'S MY CHOICE."

and all I could do was grin like a
fucking idiot at him!

14 comments:

  1. And i was grinning as i read it....the amazing power of words.....
    hugs abby

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    1. Words are the most insanely erotic thing! Has the power to completely melt me!

      hugs,
      fiona

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    1. Don't you just love it when they say such things?!

      hugs,
      fiona

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  3. Well put by SirQ! Grinning like an idiot was a most appropriate response :-)

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    1. Grinning was the only thing I could do when my stomach dropped out like that!

      hugs,
      fiona

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  4. Fiona,

    This made me laugh out loud. Terrific response by Sir Q.

    Hug,
    joey

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    1. Glad you got a chuckle =)

      hugs,
      fiona

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