Vacation Dreams

I'm off.

I'll be alone with the hubs for fifteen solid days. We have never spent that much time together in our entire history. Alone. With no one else to amuse us. Should be good times.

As we drove to take care of some last minute preparations, Boo caught me staring at him.

"What?" he asked.

"Nothing much. I was just wondering what on earth you and I are going to talk about for fifteen days. We've never spent that much time together without any distractions."

"Don't you worry about that, darlin'. You'll be too busy to worry about talking," he said with a wink.

"What do you mean?" I asked knowing full well I was setting myself up.

"Well for starters, you're mouth is gonna be too full with my man sausage to even worry about talking." Great. Now he's leering at me. How romantic.

"In your dreams senor, in your dreams," I laughed.

"Hey, it's my vacation, I'll dream what I want to. You, me, a sandy beach and a blowjob. It doesn't get any better than that."

It's gonna be a long two weeks. Wish me luck.

(I won't be around visiting your blogs, but I'll be thinking of you all the entire time. I promise. And I'll try and post while I'm frolicking about. Mainly hide and avoid my husband and his waggling eyebrows.)