There are problems at hand. One of which being the fact that my boyfriend/Top is a creative fuck and instead of buying a rubber implement, he was going to find one himself.
Rubber thing.
He works at a supermarket place and these little fuckers came in on a shipment of pallets. I don't think you all realize just how bad that is for me.
I honestly hope they don't hurt as badly as I automatically think they will, cause if they do, then I'm fucked. Rubber ain't no toy... rubber is the MEANEST thing you can use against me... and that's precisely the reason D likes it so much.
I have tried to talk D out of getting anything rubber, but obviously he was less-than-swayed by my groveling.
I have a feeling that there may be a scissors accident...
*tongue in cheek*
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