Priceless

I was working today but I managed to take a little time out to take a trip around Clinton Cards to buy some, well, cards - the clues in the name of the shop I guess! To be a little more precise I bought some Christmas Cards, special ones for the special people in my life - such as my folks, my brother, my gran, my auntie and uncle, my nephew, you know the scene right? Oh, I almost forgot, and I bought one for someone else too, someone very special, someone who I love very much; I wonder who that can be? Maybe it's the cute and sexy guy who's lap I'm sat in as I write? That sounds awful doesn't it - sat in his lap? It's not meant to be, I'll set the scene - my baby is lay across the sofa with his back up against the armrest and I'm sat in between his open legs with my back up against his chest; we're fully clothed and all! I just like being sat close to him, to be together with him, to feel as one; besides my baby can see what I'm writing like this and he can cuddle and kiss me too. I love cuddles and kisses from my boyfriend (hint alert) - thank you babes, I love you too xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox. He doesn't need a hint to give me cuddles and kisses by the way, I'm just being silly because I'm in a frivolous mood this evening; he gives lots of cuddles and kisses all the time - he makes me feel all fuzzy inside, I love my boyfriend xoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxoxox. The part about I almost forgot his card was me being silly too, how could I forget, it's impossible.

Back to the chase, I was in Clinton Cards because it kind of hit me today that it's December soon - almost Christmas and I've bought no cards; I didn't panic but it was like a shot of cold water to the face, a wake up call. All my other Christmas shopping is pretty much done and dusted; barring my Mum but I think my folks are visiting me over next weekend, so hopefully it will all be done by then. I'm pretty well organised this year, I mean we are still in November truth be told, there's still like four weeks to Christmas and I'm coasting; it's a good feeling. I'll finish the story eventually, I promise, my baby's laughing at my ramblings - why use one sentence to tell a story when you can use ten, you know? I just follow my train of thought that's all, if I go off on tangents it's because something I've said or written triggers something else in my mind; this explanation is not for my baby, he knows what I'm like, he enjoys my ramblings because he knows I'm at ease and happy when I do.

So I'm taking my time browsing through the collections of Christmas cards and if you've ever shopped in Clinton Cards you'll know that the cards don't have the price printed on them; instead they have a code which you check against a table on the displays to find out the price. Well, you can do if you want, me I don't, I never have done; I just find a card that appeals to me both in design and the words printed within - if I think it's suitable for the intended recipient it's a done deal. Apart from my baby that is, it appears Clinton Cards don't exactly cater for gay couples - I don't think any card shop does; we've never seen one. They've got lots of boyfriend cards admittedly but the vast majority of them are seriously heterosexual with pictures of a guy and a girl on the front; it's like how unbelievably stupid, I mean how could a guy love a girl? Girls aren't nice! I'm joking here girls and straight boys with girlfriends (yuk!) and again..........

Seriously though the choice was limited to some tune, there was very little to appeal to a gay guy with a boyfriend; I mean you can buy a Christmas card for your pets - I'm not joking, they had a section set out solely for them, I saw it with my own eyes! You can buy a Christmas card for your boss (go figure?), your teacher and your doctor - just about everyone; but you can't buy a Christmas card for your boyfriend if he happens to be gay and you happen to be a guy and gay too (which often helps in a gay relationship) but you probably already knew that right? I hope so anyway! Gosh, I am rambling tonight; at least it's keeping my baby amused; oh, I gave him the most beautiful blow job ever earlier - it was just divine and I loved it as much as my baby. We were planning on having sex and as we got down, dirty and horny during foreplay I started to suck him off; I was enjoying myself so much and I mean seriously enjoying giving my baby head that I didn't stop. I was just completely lost in the moment; my senses were so overwhelmed - looking my baby in the eye whilst my tongue, lips, mouth and throat worked their magic. Boy did I get a tasty treat for all my hard work; oh my gosh - it was magical and I couldn't believe how much of it there was too, it was immense! Oh dear, the lengths I'll go to get a Hollywood smile, it saves on buying Pearl Drops anyway (they say you shouldn't laugh at your own jokes but just gives us a minute, we're both in stitches here.)

Sorry, anyway I managed to find my baby a suitable card, it's not exactly the best ever but it's nice all the same; it was the nearest I could find that didn't suggest I was his girlfriend. In all I bought nine cards and was feeling pretty happy with myself because it was another job off the list; I strolled along to the till all happy and smiley handed over the cards so the cashier could scan them in. I'll never forget the words that followed, they'll haunt me for months, I'm certain I'll wake up in the middle of the night breathing hard with a cold sweat screaming at the top of my lungs HOW MUCH?

£42.87

No joke, for nine cards, I'm surprised I didn't faint; that's close on £5.00 a card! That said I don't mind in the least, hand on heart that's the truth, I mean if you want to show someone you're thinking of them and how much you love them at Christmastime it's a small price to pay. Most of the cards were only £1.00 each anyway - it would have cost me £8.00 if it wasn't for my baby; I'll let you do the maths. Second thoughts I'll do it for you - he's priceless..........