Monday, March 9, 2009

Bathroom Monologue: Another tuna monologue, OR, I’m Feeling a Little Woody Allen Today

“I lost seven pounds this year without a gym membership. Does that please you, mistress?”

“Lick my boot.”

“I really don’t want to. You say those are your house stilettos, but even so, a lot drips onto the floor of this apartment, and I don’t think a swiffer can pick all of it up. Can’t a just compliment your shoe-shopping purchase? Can’t we just talk? You can dominate the conversation.”

(In case grandma reads this one: it's fiction, grandma. I'm a dom.)

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