All dressed up and nowhere to go
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Daily trivia,
One-on-one
Except to bed, of course! Once we’ve enjoyed a sly grope at the foot of the stairs. Emma must have missed out on one aspect of her childhood. She never had that favourite possession of little girls, a dressing-up box. Perhaps that was a consequence of having no sisters, and no friends of her own sex and age living nearby. The first time Emma remembers dressing up for fun was for a “vicars and tarts” party organised by my brother and his wife for Halloween. And she loved it. She especially loved the effect she had on the assembled clergy, and on me in particular (dressed as a bishop -after all, I was studying divinity at the time). It was one of those situations beloved of sitcom producers, when a guy has to remain seated to hide his obvious appreciation of a blatantly attractive woman. Emma looked every inch the sexy hooker, and was treated like one when we got home - apart from the exchange of money, of course. It’s ages since we were invited to a fancy-dress party - Halloween is not celebrated by adults in this neck of the woods. But Emma does have her very own dressing-up box now, and needs very little encouragement to spice up our sex-life with a bit of role-play.
Except to bed, of course! Once we’ve enjoyed a sly grope at the foot of the stairs. Emma must have missed out on one aspect of her childhood. She never had that favourite possession of little girls, a dressing-up box. Perhaps that was a consequence of having no sisters, and no friends of her own sex and age living nearby. The first time Emma remembers dressing up for fun was for a “vicars and tarts” party organised by my brother and his wife for Halloween. And she loved it. She especially loved the effect she had on the assembled clergy, and on me in particular (dressed as a bishop -after all, I was studying divinity at the time). It was one of those situations beloved of sitcom producers, when a guy has to remain seated to hide his obvious appreciation of a blatantly attractive woman. Emma looked every inch the sexy hooker, and was treated like one when we got home - apart from the exchange of money, of course. It’s ages since we were invited to a fancy-dress party - Halloween is not celebrated by adults in this neck of the woods. But Emma does have her very own dressing-up box now, and needs very little encouragement to spice up our sex-life with a bit of role-play.
