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[Feb. 26th, 2009|11:48 am] |
had to explain bruising to my Ob/Gyn this morning.... "what's this bruising?" "his name is (intentionally left blank)" "He's a little rough" "only in the ways I want him to be" "well that's the best way"
She dropped it at that point we discussed many other things.... still I hadn't realized I had a handful of finger shaped bruises on my breast till now...
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That's funny. This morning I noticed a bruise over my right pec and thought 'What the Hell did I run into?' then I remembered what I did Tuesday night (or should I say, who I did :).
For some reason, that's kinda hot.
Bruises o' love!
Glad you found someone to be rough with. :)
hah. the chalkboard effect is still lingering here. should be gone by the end of the week... but going, 'huh, when did someone bite my thigh?' is always funny to me.
My exclamations of "Oh! My god!" shall go unexplained to the one sitting next to me. "No, really. You don't want to know." | |
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