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They aren't really ALL wild

*shakes head* Apparently not. Mr Big has never spooned before. I nearly couldnt believe that.
In fact, I still can't believe that.
I was hanging around his apartment a night or so ago and we were talking over drinks (Vodka on the rocks for me, that's about the only thing I can drink on Atkins :( I miss my Magaritas and Whiskey Sours...) And I was giving him a private viewing of some of the more risque photos I took with Dee when the subject naturally diviated to threesomes and Tracy Cox's Supersex. And I asked him what his favourite position was and well *gasp* it was the missionary. How boring.
"Well, I like spooning. All girls like spooning."
And he had to tell me he hadn't done if before. One decade of sexual experience and you've never spooned? O.O It's not the seventeenth century *gah*

Anyway, he sent me a really queer message yesterday afternoon while he was at the doctor's. Something about a menage a trois with my princess. I figured it out after a call- he was wondering if he should try and get viagra, since he was getting a prescription anyway. I CAN imagine what fun it'll be if he did! But oh well *shrugs* Princess doesn't want a threesome anymore. Possibly because she was sick, and maybe because her boyfriend was so good to the the whole time she didn't think it would be right. Bugger.

I could find another girl, that wouldn't be too difficult I'm sure. My photographer was telling me about some chick who wanted me to use a strap-on on her. "Tell her to be be totally inconsiderate and brutal about it please" Oh My God. I DON'T think I'm up to the task.

Ah well.
And OH BOTHER. Never, ever mix all your baking ingredients together before sampling them individually first. Apparently the half cup of cream was spoilt. What a fucking waste. All my baking endevours have been such failures lately. And I'd like to blame it on my maid. Well SHE was supposed to watch the brownies to make sure they didn't burn, and How could she not have thrown away that expired cup of cream? But maybe it's just some supernatural force trying to help me out with my diet (it's not east to make rockyroad cookies when you can't even lick the batter of your fingers)