Gifted Cock

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He indulges me.

Sometimes enthusiastically, occasionally befuddledly, other times with a half-horrified I can’t believe you actually want to do that look on his face and a confused “Ohhh…kaaaaay…” on his lips.

This morning it was the latter.

 

First, some background:

Anyone who knows me well, knows that I love Christmas.  I love the music, I love the lights, I love the snow-covered evergreens (and the decorated ones indoors, with fun… gifts… stashed underneath) and shiny baubles and charitable-toward-others-ness and festive everything.

One of the Christmas-y things I have a particular affinity for is wrapping paper.

Like, I have waaay too much Christmas wrapping paper (which didn’t stop me from buying another roll this afternoon, because Fa-la-la-la-llama!; how fun is THAT?).  So much so that I probably won’t *need* another roll until roundabout the year 2035.  But it’s just…

[insert happy dance here]

:: GRIN ::

So my husband (he encouraged me to buy the llama paper today; just sayin’), who smilingly indulges my whims to wander the wrapping paper aisles at every.single.store we visit this time of year, considers wrapping paper to be my fetish.

I have a wrapping paper fetish.  😛

 

SO.

Back to this morning, and hubby’s “Ohhh…kaaaaay…” indulgence.

In which, he indulged my fetish.

Like so:

 

christmas-wrapped cock collage

😀 YES.  That’s a wrap! 😀

 

“Well,” I told him later, when he was teasing me about it, “What can I say?”

He raised his brow.

“I mean,” I continued, “Wrapping your bits just kinda fits.”

He raised another brow.  Higher.

With a tongue-through-front-teeth grin, I explained:  “It fits.  Because wrapping paper is for gifts…

 

…and you know I think you have a gifted cock.”

 

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