My fucking cats steal used cotton buds/Q-Tips from the bin and then eat the ear-wax covered tops from them, leaving short plastic stalks over the carpet... Not to mention the fact that they spill all the feckin' rubbish all over the floor in the process...
Grotty wee bastards
belly full of food
other needs also sated
I'm a happy girl
They are not sandals, they are not thongs
They are flip flops!!!
And I think the flowers are pretty!!!
Spending time with you
Is my favourite pastime
Let it never stop.
I was alone, lost.
You held your hands out to me,
Kept me company.
I've had generally positive responses to what I've written so far. I've shared with a few friends, my husband and I've even let a few family members read some of my more 'vanilla' stuff, poems and so forth.
Although the feedback has been encouraging, I do think they would prefer that I stretched myself a little and wrote more challenging stories which weren't founded in the erotic, which is a fair point. I really ought to give that a go too. It's always good to push your boundaries, whatever they may be.
I'm more likely to lose control at the use of txt spk
You ARE pretty....pretty fucking hairy! 
