Terrific Top Tuesday
Fetlife can have “Topless Tuesday.” I like mine much better. 🙂
Two years! Can you believe it? I can’t. We’ve come a long way with our top/bottom relationship/friendship and have weathered a few storms. But he gets me, and I get him. He understands what I need, what pushes my buttons, and he accepts and embraces the good, the bad and the ugly. He welcomes both my tears and my laughter.
Well, sort of.
I laughed at him in the middle of our scene yesterday. Oh, kids, I couldn’t help myself. In the middle of an intense flurry, the type where my mind was battling with my body in order to process it, he uttered two words: “Take that!”
Does anyone say that, really? Except in the stories? I’m sorry… I lost it. I started giggling madly into the couch cushion under my face.
“Excuse me?” he said. “You find this funny?” Which made me laugh even harder. Which prompted him to (lightly) slap my thigh. “Really, this is amusing to you?”
“I can’t help it!” I blurted. ” ‘Take that! and THAT!’ You sound like a cartoon character!”
Oh, dear. Wrong. Thing. To. Say.
He swung right into Top Mode (which, as you know, in the right circumstances with the right person, is unbearably hot). When he started in on my thighs, I curled my feet up and clamped his hand down so he couldn’t move it. “Put those down!” he ordered. “You stop that right now, young lady.”
It was like a light switch flipped. I felt my semi-submissive alter ego kick in and I put my legs down, and the mad giggling stopped.
“You do not laugh at me,” he scolded, punctuating his words with hard smacks. “I don’t like that. Do you understand me?”
“Yes,” I mumbled.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you.”
He gave me another thigh whack. “Take that! So, did that feel like a cartoon?”
Lesson learned. Thou shalt not laugh at “Take That.” No matter how cheeseball it is.
Ah, but it was all in fun. See? No hard feelings. 🙂
A quick aside, speaking of Topless Tuesday — are you familiar with the expression “photo-bombing”? That’s when an outside party insinuates themselves somehow into another person’s photo, usually with funny results. Last night, perusing Fetlife, I saw a picture of one of my friends, Tasha, taking a selfie — and there behind her, mugging in the background, was Alex, completely topless. How did Tasha caption this photo?
That’s right. “Photo-boobing.”
I damn near fell off my chair, I was laughing so hard. I don’t know if she just made that up, or if photo-boobing is a “thing.” But if it isn’t a thing, it should be.
Happy Hump Day. Back to work with me.