Boof?

Boof's staying with me at the moment, but I'm expecting the body corporate to evict us at any second. Squirty had warned me that he's gotten louder, but fuck me if his lustful bellowing didnt shut down the party next door. And then had Paul and his... er... friend standing at the top of the stairs giggling, trying to figure out if we were having sex or butchering a cow.

I'm not complaining. I'm exhausted, but not complaining.

in other news, it's Urge's charity slave auction tonight, and interest is running high. We already have an absentee bid for one of the entrants, and I'm told there are a couple of sealed envelope bids on me already. Someone who shall remain anonymous has asked me if the lube job I'm offering is strictly for an automobile, or if it can be applied to anything the winner desires. Like his ass. (I said it depends on who wins... ;-))

Righto, Boof's horny again. Time to put another sleeping pill in his cocoa.