Love In A Modern World

It is definitely sign o’ the times when Slaveboy and I are literally kicking each other about whose turn it is to do the sex talk. We both don’t want to do it and this time, I suppose I have more of an equal responsibility than that time when the subject about tight foreskins (!!!) and washing regimes had to be broached.

 Seeing that it will be Valentine’s Day, both Slaveboy and I have decided to break this mould this year and send Valentine cards.

But not to each other.

We chose two inoffensive and identical papercut cards. I shan’t share what they looked like and to whom exactly they were given but here’s what the content read like.

Suffice to say, the cards were met with crimson faces, scurried steps to the bedroom, followed by howls of laughter and what sounded like audible relief.