Men will let you borrow their softest shirt to sleep in, lull you into a false sense of security for a year, and then have the audacity to take it back on a random Thursday while doing laundry and wear it?? During the day?? Like a normal shirt???
Sir. That is my sleeping shirt. And it certainly is not to be worn during daylight hours unless it’s a leisurely Sunday morning and we’re making pancakes to take back to bed and it’s on my body because it’s my sleeping shirt.
She tugs the leash firmly, her horse trotting ahead while her husband stumbles to keep up, snow crunching beneath his knees.
"If you don't keep up," she warns, glancing over her shoulder with a wicked smile, "you won’t get the privilege of licking my boots in front of my boyfriend. And we both know how much you crave that humiliation, don’t we?"
"Oops! I guess someone must have slipped a little diuretic into you drink this evening. I wonder who that could have been?"
She is happy to have him as much as he wants her…
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