I glanced down at my ample cleavage spilling over the top of my coat and reminded myself that the old man could not possibly know that beneath the tweed, skimpy lingerie attempted to cover my modesty.
My mind began to spin – reacquaint? I was missing something. Perhaps Jacob was a long lost one-night stand of mine. I’d had a few. Sometimes leaving before dawn and too inebriated to remember a face.
As I went to walk out the room in just my underwear Anne grabbed my checked, knee length tweed and threw it at me. “For goodness sake Gen. The last thing we want is Mr Roberts having a heart attack.”
As many of you know I do like chickens. I was only writing about an amazing cock I once cared for yesterday… And coming soon is a post all about a trick me and my man can do with a chicken. So it stands to reason I like eggs too.
When I started this blog I never really thought about including images but I realised by exposing myself in this way I would draw people to the blog who would then hopefully read my words.But I also enjoyed seeing a sexy, quirky or sassy photo of myself.