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We all slept in so badly this morning. I woke at 7:15 and James needed to be at work for 8. I didn't even hit snooze, just slept through the alarm for over an hour.
We're supposed to be taking stuff to the dump later, but I'm dragging today and that may not happen. We really do need to go through. Okay, so, a few months ago James got into freecycle and got a lot of stuff. Including a sweet exercise bike that gets used a lot, but also, one day someone said they had a rowing machine. How he'd ever use one I don't know, but he wanted one, so off he went. And came back with this thing, which wasn't a rowing machine, but a skiing machine. But, not a modern one, oh no, this thing looked like something from the dark ages. It's made of wood, has a huge padded leather chest piece, all these straps and chains and looks exactly like some kind of bizarre sex machine. In fact, I wouldn't be at all surprised if 'using the skiing machine' had been some kind of euphemism for throwing someone onto the leather pad, tying up their legs and fucking them within an inch of their lives.
It's been sitting in the spare room ever since. Like some kind of looming sexual presence, goodness knows what the window cleaner thinks when he looks in, what with the Nsync covered walls and that thing taking up all the floor space. So it's getting dumped, and you know how you look to see what people are chucking away? Well, we'll be the people apparently disposing of a wooden sex machine of much wrongness.
I need coffee, or to go back to bed.
We're supposed to be taking stuff to the dump later, but I'm dragging today and that may not happen. We really do need to go through. Okay, so, a few months ago James got into freecycle and got a lot of stuff. Including a sweet exercise bike that gets used a lot, but also, one day someone said they had a rowing machine. How he'd ever use one I don't know, but he wanted one, so off he went. And came back with this thing, which wasn't a rowing machine, but a skiing machine. But, not a modern one, oh no, this thing looked like something from the dark ages. It's made of wood, has a huge padded leather chest piece, all these straps and chains and looks exactly like some kind of bizarre sex machine. In fact, I wouldn't be at all surprised if 'using the skiing machine' had been some kind of euphemism for throwing someone onto the leather pad, tying up their legs and fucking them within an inch of their lives.
It's been sitting in the spare room ever since. Like some kind of looming sexual presence, goodness knows what the window cleaner thinks when he looks in, what with the Nsync covered walls and that thing taking up all the floor space. So it's getting dumped, and you know how you look to see what people are chucking away? Well, we'll be the people apparently disposing of a wooden sex machine of much wrongness.
I need coffee, or to go back to bed.
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Tell me how they'd meet :)
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When their eyes finally lock, there is a spark.
*g*
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But we'll see if it actually makes it to the finish.
*g*
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Yummy.
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Hee!