Head pictures
I walked in through the door last night and instructed the BF to ravish me, as I hadn't seen him all weekend.
Instead of instantly and enthusiastically obliging me, he rolled his eyes, and asked me what I meant by the word 'ravish'.
Funnily enough, when I picture it in my head, I see a dark eyed man in a caftan, about to deflower a willing virgin in a deserted, palm-fringed oasis. Both parties look like they're in a silent film from the 20s.
Strange, no?
Instead of instantly and enthusiastically obliging me, he rolled his eyes, and asked me what I meant by the word 'ravish'.
Funnily enough, when I picture it in my head, I see a dark eyed man in a caftan, about to deflower a willing virgin in a deserted, palm-fringed oasis. Both parties look like they're in a silent film from the 20s.
Strange, no?
posted by Rachie at 3:15 PM
