What's on the table? Books? Bills? Dinner? No. ME. I'M on the table. Or at least I was, earlier today.
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It all started when our original plans fell through. We thought it would be fun to drive down PCH and find a secluded strip of beach, then shoot a scene inside Steve's ginormous vehicle. However, the temperature went from 80s over the weekend to low 60s and rainy today, so we scrapped that idea. While discussing a theme for today and trying to come up with something different and fresh, he playfully suggested that we include a political debate.
"No way!" I snapped. "No politics. Politics is off the table."
"OK, so I'll put you on the table," he snapped back. And by God, he did.
He said he had a surprise for me, one that would involve my good memory. (uh oh) Once the camera started rolling, he asked me to recall, over the past year and three months, a good selection of the smart-ass, disrespectful, sarcastic comments I've made to him. And of course, I had to dig up and remember these comments while he was whaling away on me with all those implements you see on the couch.
I like to say that I think fast off my feet. But this was a curve ball, today. My mind went blank. @#$%&!!!! Oh, I managed to come up with a selection of good cracks. Like how I make fun of his repetitive phrases, or how he's always late. But as the swats mounted up, my mind got mushier and mushier. And he knew it too, the rat.
Oh, he had wayyyyyyy too damn much fun with this scene today.
"Only 'cause I love you," he teased, showing my panties to the camera. "It's all about the love."
Yeah, yeah, yeah, What-freaking-ever.
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When I reminded him of the time that he said he was going to give me a million swats and I'd said he couldn't count that high, he said, "Hey! Let's do that count today!" AAAAGGGHHHH. Fortunately, he took pity on me after the count of 80. That was plenty, considering that count began after a good few hundred had already landed.
OK, OK, so I sorta liked it. But don't tell anyone. Actually, I feel so good, I've almost forgotten that I'm getting a root canal tomorrow. grumble
By the way, we did shoot a two-part video with this scene. I put the clips up on FetLife, but if you guys want me to post them here, please let me know. If there's enough interest, I'll put them up on YouTube and then link them here.
What're YOU lookin' at? :-Þ
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It all started when our original plans fell through. We thought it would be fun to drive down PCH and find a secluded strip of beach, then shoot a scene inside Steve's ginormous vehicle. However, the temperature went from 80s over the weekend to low 60s and rainy today, so we scrapped that idea. While discussing a theme for today and trying to come up with something different and fresh, he playfully suggested that we include a political debate.
"No way!" I snapped. "No politics. Politics is off the table."
"OK, so I'll put you on the table," he snapped back. And by God, he did.
He said he had a surprise for me, one that would involve my good memory. (uh oh) Once the camera started rolling, he asked me to recall, over the past year and three months, a good selection of the smart-ass, disrespectful, sarcastic comments I've made to him. And of course, I had to dig up and remember these comments while he was whaling away on me with all those implements you see on the couch.
I like to say that I think fast off my feet. But this was a curve ball, today. My mind went blank. @#$%&!!!! Oh, I managed to come up with a selection of good cracks. Like how I make fun of his repetitive phrases, or how he's always late. But as the swats mounted up, my mind got mushier and mushier. And he knew it too, the rat.
Oh, he had wayyyyyyy too damn much fun with this scene today.
"Only 'cause I love you," he teased, showing my panties to the camera. "It's all about the love."
Yeah, yeah, yeah, What-freaking-ever.
When I reminded him of the time that he said he was going to give me a million swats and I'd said he couldn't count that high, he said, "Hey! Let's do that count today!" AAAAGGGHHHH. Fortunately, he took pity on me after the count of 80. That was plenty, considering that count began after a good few hundred had already landed.
OK, OK, so I sorta liked it. But don't tell anyone. Actually, I feel so good, I've almost forgotten that I'm getting a root canal tomorrow. grumble
By the way, we did shoot a two-part video with this scene. I put the clips up on FetLife, but if you guys want me to post them here, please let me know. If there's enough interest, I'll put them up on YouTube and then link them here.
What're YOU lookin' at? :-Þ
