Wild Night

It's not often you find yourself suspended securely in latex body bag, unable to see, unable to hear, and breathing through a tube which a wicked woman delights in closing briefly every now and then just to remind you of how utterly and completely vulnerable you are.

Of course, it wouldn't help matters if the last thing you had set eyes upon before being so secured was a box of 100 clothespins.

Not that I'd know what that's like, personally. I'm just saying, that type of thing doesn't happen often... Maybe it would have happened if we had done our wednesday night ritual, the evening out at Gomorrah. But sometimes you can get too much of a good thing, so we decided to take a break.

We did go out and have drinks with some friends of mine from work. After that, we managed to make it home in spite of strong liquor doing evil things to our empty stomachs. We had a late, light dinner, and snuggled up in bed to watch the Sopranos on DVD, which Conny hasn't seen.

So, that's our pretty wild night, omitting a brief period of delicious grovelling on my part that got a bit out of hand. Reminds me that it is possible for a nonvanilla quickie. At least for me, anyway, but I'm easy...
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