PromQueenSubdued

The Queen is having a rather slow afternoon. Unloading groceries from the back of the minivan, distracted by the astounding quality of cheese she was going to consume for dinner tonight, her royal majesty hit her forehead extremely hard while closing the hatchback. Sink to her knees hard. Curse out loud hard. Drop the bags hard. Still seeing stars 2 hours later hard.  My forehead is developing a lovely shiner. People at church tomorrow might think my husband beats me, but they know he is kind, and I am klutsy, so probably not. Thank goodness I decided to get bangs covering my forehead this fall. I still have the energy to assemble the cheese tray and cook the side dishes, but I will have to pass off grill duties to the spouse.

What I really wanted to chat about today though was my new dream sex toy. Guess ............... what do you think I would list? ................ Are you picturing it? ........................ My answer is ............. a kitchen timer. Yep, that is what I meant to say. I am still all about kissing this week. Cannot get it out of my brain. And, I think any sex is better if it starts with great teasing, ramping up kissing. The rules should be no hands under clothes. You are free to tease from the outside: stiff cocks through jeans, taut nipples through bra and shirt. But the only exposed skin contact is that which is normally exposed in everyday public life. And lots of kissing. For 30 minutes. I would be tempted to cut the fun short. Hence the timer. I think if I did this, at the end of the 30 minutes, the sex would be sheer magic. Just thinking about it is making the possibility of sex sparkly and making my head spin. Oh wait, those are the stars from hitting my head.