The "I Am a High Maintenance Bitch (but it isn’t my fault!)" Offensive
26 May
It all started when I let the hubs rub me down from head to toe with coconut flavored erotic oil on our first date. Then, I let him paint my naked toenails a deep shade of crimson red on our second date. Then, he helped to put pin curls in my hair and cinch my leather dominatrix corset up tight on our third date. Then, naturally, he offered, nay, begged me to let him help me shave my nether regions and sculpt my landing strip into a heart shape with an arrow through it (hooyah!) during our fourth date.
To him, it was all foreplay.
To me, it was an evil genius plan in the making.
Slowly, over the years it has evolved into this:

Yep, and now he has added a full service spa onto the house and hired a whole team of incredibly gorgeous (not gay!) Swedish men to loofah and pumice and massage me ALL DAY LONG while he is at work, and then he comes home and takes over.
Of course, I pay him back with mind blowing sex just so he still thinks it is all foreplay.
Don’t look at me like that.
I can’t help it that I am an evil genius!





