this morning #1224.

this morning, we’d elected to spare no expense this time. selected first class seats. this was our first time flying in style like this. as we made our way down the jetway to the plane, a rush of emotion came over me. i smacked his ass. hard. he let out an ersatz gasp. sass & joy fully deployed. in mere minutes, we’ll be lounging. i’m going to stretch out with a glass of red. he’ll probably opt for a beer. by the time we’re wheels down in france, there’s a good chance that, after finishing up our drinks, we’ll have put the reclining seats to good use. not for that. wow. no. i’m talking about indulging in the best transatlantic nap ever. nothing scandalous, damnit. we’re much classier than that.