Ladies. A minute of your time please?

[The Ghost of Steve Jobs]

First of all, here you go baby.

I know you had a hard day at work - or if you don't work, a hard day posting at lipstick alley, SOL, and/or mediatakeout. Take these flowers, each one of them represent a time I thought about you today.

Did you think about me today? While I was out conquering the world, making this world safe for those who enjoy beautifully engineered and designed works of electronic magic?

Come here. Take my hand and follow me. Ok, we're almost there. Now close your eyes. Go ahead. Close them. There you go. OK, now through this last door. OK now open them back up.

Come lay on the bed next to me, while I delicately trace my finger from the outline of your full lips, along your jawline to your chin, down your neck, feeling you softly shuddering as I begin to approach your ample and by now heaving bosom. I would like to explore the warmness between your breasts, detecting a faint bit of unavoidable moistness that I allow to collect on my finger, and then taste. Tastes like apples

This is too much! I cannot continue.

 

[melonpecan]

Just tell me where that room is in real life and you don't have to continue.

 

[The Ghost of Steve Jobs]

Picture the scene. Breakfast in bed.