Chez Addict
Monday Night And Full Of Gin
Dear Benedict
How about a Damn Good Shag
That Bloody Woman is driving me mad.
I need your body now
She has been in my house for half a day and has already insulted me, my family and my cooking. And I have no idea when - if ever - she is leaving.
I am still having incredibly filthy fantasies about you - how about trying some of them out?
Even her own son is refusing to speak to her.
Amazingly enough, Minimus has been driven so far as to tell her Not To Speak To His Mum Like That.
Perhaps she does have her uses.
Take me.
Take me away from all this.
The Addict
PS: Were you impressed by the way that, when I met you this weekend at the Cheltenham Poetry and Piano Festival - eat your heart out girls - I managed to refrain from (a) ravishing you on the spot (b) descending into a quivering wreck?
I do not think, however, that this necessarily prevented you from ravishing me on the spot. But thank you for admiring my Cabin Pressure T-shirt.
If only you had admired the filling of the T-shirt.
Key in the usual place. Please remember not to let the tortoise out.
xx