Two snowmen

Good evening Blogger world, I trust you're all happy and well? Us? Well, we're just fine thank you for asking, just fine and dandy; and hasn't today felt just like it should - like Sunday? I've been working today (for a change!) but still it really has been a real, carefree, relaxing Sunday, just real chilled out, a proper Sunday feeling. My baby visited his folks today and had a Sunday roast - I'm just so envious of him, but at least it meant he's not eaten me out of house and home this evening! Only joking babes, but gosh he likes his food and does it show - not that he's fat or anything like that, I mean he works all the calories off through shagging me anyway; that's why I'm so happy!

Talking of shagging, it must have showed because I suffered some homophobic abuse today at work. I was walking back from McDonalds with my lunch (note my baby gets a full Sunday roast and I have to make do with a large Big Mac meal!) when I walked past a group of youths - two lads and a girl; as I walked past them just minding my own business I heard one of the lads call me a faggot followed by the other lad remarking that I couldn't walk straight if I tried. What does a mincing gay-boy do in such circumstances? I turned around to face them and blew them a kiss, not that the lads were cute, but I found it quite humorous; the youth of today - if only they knew just how stupid being straight is, one day they'll regret it and I'll have the last laugh! Whatever, it didn't upset me or anything; I mean in my line of work I'm kind of used to getting abuse from certain members of the public, it comes with the territory and I just let it rise. However, I didn't think I was mincing - I'm no queen you know, I thought I was just walking regular; but I guess as it was noticed I must have been. My baby has just told me I mince so often these days I don't realise I'm even doing it - thankfully he's laughing now; it's his fault anyway if I do, my body is his new work out regime! Without me you'd be fat babes, do you realise that?

I bought a new Christmas tree today, I saw it a couple of weeks back in a Christmas superstore that's opened in Stockport; I immediately fell in love with it, so much so that it's been on my mind ever since. Up until today I've resisted temptation, I mean the price tag was holding me back, it was £95 - exactly, for a tree that you see for a few weeks each year. Today I caved in, my baby's kind of relieved to be honest, I've been talking about it so much and trying to explain it to him without a great deal of success; we've even searched the internet to find something similar so I could show him - there was nothing like it. And that's why I bought it because I've never seen anything like it, I couldn't let it pass me by, I may never see another one like it again; it's still in the box but there's a photo on the front and my baby understands why I bought it - he thinks it's beautiful. When we talked about it before today the conversation reminded me of a married couple, like we had a joint bank account and I was looking for permission to buy it; seriously, it was kind of bizarre and truth be told I was looking for permission off my baby to buy it. I guess I just value his opinion and as he's the one with the level head I wanted to make sure I wasn't being overly impulsive; besides I wanted him to share in the joy of it - yes I know that's a really gay sentiment, just like me! The Christmas superstore is awesome by the way, they've got some seriously wonderful decorations, trees and the like; it's just magical. If you're passing by I urge you to check it out, just make sure you've got your credit card with you!

My baby and I had a fight earlier but don't worry yourselves it was only a play fight; I told him a Christmas joke which I think is hilarious in it's stupidity - it found us both in fits of laughter. My baby said he didn't know why he was laughing so much because it's stupid, he then said I was silly and hit me around the head with a cushion. I hit back with my cushion before he jumped me and tickled me into submission; I ended up on my back on the floor trying my best to cover up whilst giggling manically like a little girl - you've no idea how ticklish I am, particularly around the ribs, unfortunately my baby does. It was the best fun, awesomely silly, innocent fun, well that was until the tickling subsided and the kisses started; I don't understand why but there's something about play fighting together that gets us both worked up and horny. Whenever we play fight it always ends in sex, maybe it's the close body contact and the rolling around; but when my baby ends up pinning me down to the floor, leaving me helpless and submissive - well I'm submissive it turns me on, there's the answer. The sex that did follow, right there on the living room floor, was just so gentle and loving; oh my gosh from the rough and tumble of play fighting to the most gentle love making. It was beautiful, so soft and romantic; I lay there looking up into my baby's eyes whilst he made every nerve in my body stand on end as jolts of electricity flashed through me - oh my..............

The joke I told was this - what did one snowman say to the other? Can you smell carrots! It's just the stupidest joke ever isn't it? But so funny, I guess it appeals to the childish, schoolboy humour we both still harbour inside; together we're very mischievous, together we're a very bad influence on each other, together we have great fun and together we're in love. Goodnight blogger friends, we love you all xxxxxxxxxxxxxxx.