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Home again after a lovely night out of town.

(And that's all you're gettin.)

Slightly NSFW

Rick, you're right, last night *does* require more than one cryptic sentence. Close your eyes now.

Just came back from scenic TeAroha, where I spent a happy, invigorating evening hugging Rick (to his clearly faked displeasure), watching movies, playing with Saffy, and having my hole utterly wrecked. It seems Mo knows me better than I know myself- he certainly appreciates that my own personal limits are purely arbitrary, and open to negotiation. Albeit a quick negotiation along the lines of Mo:"But it would be a shame to stop now, look, I'm all lubed up." Me:"*sigh* Ok, fine. RAWRFFFFffff!!!"

I'm not really a pig. Honest. He just made me look like one. Many were the times when that tiny voice inside* said "Actually, does this feel good or bad?"... and the much larger voice snarled "Shut the fuck up. I'm enjoying myself." Oink.

Though I do believe I gave as good as I got: I woke up beside a very large grin this morning. It could have been a mirror, but it was Mo.

*commonly called "the voice of reason". It wasnt very persuasive last night.