Pinky Rose
I arrived home after work today to find Pinky holding a single dried red rose for me. Aw, she’s such a doll. She knows that Mondays are especially difficult for me: it’s the first day of a long week and I usually don’t get much sleep the night before. Now I feel bad because she couldn’t go to the cabaret — although, I brought the party to her.
The reason for the low angle is because she makes me walk into our apartment on all fours. Some ladies insist their fellas sit when they pee, others insist on walking like a dog. I actually don’t mind because… uh, I’ll tell you when you’re older.