It’s a complicated life being kinky. You hardly ever get any surprises.* That’s normally because I’m organising things. This is of course with the honourable exception of Bex, who organised my September kidnap, God love her!
This weekend, I’m going away with The Lover to a cottage in the Cotswalds? Why? Because being kidnapped once was so cool, I want to do it again. But we still have some logistics involved because this time I know we are going….
So yes, I’m being dragged away for some torment. But there are several things I need to think about that aren’t conducive to being dragged away. Such as having clean knickers for the whole weekend, making sure there are basic essentials such a milk, tea, wine and bread in the cottage, making sure that I have some other play clothes and implements.
I also needed to book a restaurant for Saturday night and work out how long it takes to get there. There was something quite random about getting an email from The Lover saying “I’ll kidnap you at about noon, so make sure everything is ready’
It’s not quite the same as being snatched off the street, is it!
Oh well, it will still be LOTS of fun!
*************************************************
* unless they are from the Inland Revenue, the bastards.
Why don’t you run it so that you’re a person who thinks they’re going away for a nice quite weekend to do some writing or something (so you’ve got milk and tea and bla) and then suddenly get kidnapped once you’re there, much to your suprise. Of course. Anyway, have a lovely weekend darling. xxx
Jessica, have a great week-end, and for heavens sake don’t think of the inland revenue.
May you receive all the torment you desire and return home sore but happy.
Warm hugs,
Paul.