WrittenFantasies
She/her.
- Joined
- Sep 30, 2015
“We can pick something up after the massage. Maybe they have something downstairs.” She told him.
“Ooh, hip? Hip now?” She laughed. “My old man. My poor, sweet old man. I love you.” She pulled him in for a hug and rubbed his head. “Please, never say swag again.” She begged softly but couldn’t stop giggling.
“I was talking about a sex tape!” She said when he explained his idea. “You want like a 1920’s gangster thing going? Bonnie and Clyde-sequel? That’s what our wedding pictures will look like with the rolls Royce and my great-great grandmother’s fur coat and you decked out in your suit. I wonder if papa has a furcoat for you to borrow. I’ll ask him while I’m there.”
She put her hands on his hips, “I love you. Are coming with me to get the massage?” She asked.
“Ooh, hip? Hip now?” She laughed. “My old man. My poor, sweet old man. I love you.” She pulled him in for a hug and rubbed his head. “Please, never say swag again.” She begged softly but couldn’t stop giggling.
“I was talking about a sex tape!” She said when he explained his idea. “You want like a 1920’s gangster thing going? Bonnie and Clyde-sequel? That’s what our wedding pictures will look like with the rolls Royce and my great-great grandmother’s fur coat and you decked out in your suit. I wonder if papa has a furcoat for you to borrow. I’ll ask him while I’m there.”
She put her hands on his hips, “I love you. Are coming with me to get the massage?” She asked.