It's been a week of snow, and ice, and learning the bus system, and blasting space heaters, and watching the birds fight over the food on my balcony. I've learned to layer up properly, and I've come to love the sight of snow dolloped heavily on the holly branches like holly a la mode. I dyed my hair black and I love it. Today I went out to Stark Naked Pizza for lunch with sponge-curled black hair and my vintage coat with fur collar and a long ruffled skirt, and that made me happier than it should have.
This morning, K flew home. I wasn't comfortable driving on the ice, so he cabbed it home, and I met him at the door in my pink bustier with black lace and thong, stockings with garters and pumps, makeup and jewelry and scent. I took a Lush bath so I was silky and vanilla-scented, did my nails pink and all. We had three or four rounds of porn-sex - you know, the kind of sex where you change position a lot and there's tons of screaming, and grunting, and filthy talk - before we were ready for lunch and errands.
We had an afternoon nap, and for dinner I made Cornish game hens with a lemon-garlic gravy, herbed mashed root vegetables, and a spinach salad. After dinner K made gin martinis and now I'm curled up in front of a warm crackling fire sipping my martini while K snores softly on the couch. I tried to put him to bed, but he said he'd rather snooze on the couch next to me than go to bed alone. So now I'm just killing my gin and letting the fire burn down.
Life is good. I'm well-fed, well-laid, and in love. I couldn't be happier.
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