As Kyle and I were each working on our respective to-do lists this morning, we were IMing as well. I’ve recently become entranced by a movie called Tokyo Gore Police which seems wonderfully twisted and gory (and which I’m nervous about seeing because I know no mortal movie could be as good as I’m imagining this one is.) I sent Kyle this link (warning – disturbing and NSFW image. I’m serious. Really, really weird and disturbing realization of some seriously vicious vagina dentata) and we had the following conversation about it:
Roxy: So this is what guys think of women, eh?
Kyle: No, not all of them. 
Most are made of fluffy stuff and rose petals, of course
Roxy: Women are made of fluffy stuff?
Kyle: snort…hee
no.. not really
well, some
but also lots of other stuff
stuff I like
sweet stuff
slippery stuff
tough stuff
firm soft wonderful stuff
Roxy: *Swoon*
Is it any wonder I adore him so?
LOL, oh my love.. you are made of all that and more.. right now, in fact, we’re having another IM conversation about how much I need to be hit by you, invaded by you and generally owned and molested in a wholesale way.
And the wonderful thing about you is, you can be softslipperytastybeautiful and also be toughmeanhardvicious. Which is to say
exactly perfectly right for me
I love you, hit me with your best shot
and don’t stop
Oh, my love. You are funny and sexy and so much fun to play with.
You’re my sexy strong guy. You’re my sexy strong boy.
Your body is Mine.
And I can’t wait to remind you what that feels like.
[...] She’s given me training exercises. There aren’t that many weeks before Folsom and She wants to make sure I’m ready. I close my eyes and breathe out while pressing the blue bulb against my asshole. It goes partway before my body balks and I pull it out again. I squirt a little more lube onto my finger and press it into my ass. I’m leaning over, forehead on my bed, imagining it’s Her behind me, probing me, testing my readiness. [...]