Saturday, January 21, 2012

A kiss in the night.

A few nights ago I turned to Ralph in bed and made kissing noises with my mouth, using echolocation to hone in on his face in the dark (he makes the noises back to me).  I located his lips and went for it, my lips slightly parted.  The moment his hairy(?) lips met mine, a tiny tongue quickly darted in and out of my mouth.  Those were not Ralph's lips.  They were Killer's.  It was one of the most surprising and grody kisses I have ever experienced.

I can't stop laughing about it.


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3 comments:

  1. Oh my gosh, I totally thought you were talking about Bella the other night!

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  2. Grody. Love that word. Funny story.

    Yes, please order books from me! Please. I really, really want to spread the wealth around. All part of my re-use, re-cycle, re-purpose, repair philosophy. Plus, I'm determined to keep the Postal Service in business.

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