Special K
May 31, 2009
Mr K has a strange way of letting me know he likes me. Instead of giving me sidelong glances with a devious smile while nursing a bottle of wine, he prefers to thump me hard on my back while yelling a boisterous “HOW ARE YA, MATE?”.
How bloke-ish. How refreshing.
I have a rather insidious method of having him at my beck and call. Like all beings with a vagina, I give the wide-eyed, damsel-in-distress expression which never fails to incite the awwwww element in him.
And of course, never forget to shower him with praises, no matter how trivial they can be. It’s basic dog training- reinforcement by reward.
“K you’re sooooo good with the technical stuff, thank you soooo much for fixing my car..”
“K I’m so lucky to have you – my lawn would be a jungle without you mowing them so often.”
“K you smell so good I can’t stop nuzzling your neck.”
“K you made me come so hard that I can’t stand up properly now.”
I’m the passive alpha bitch and I know it. So shoot me 
Having just read all of your posts, I would like to idly remark that it was like visiting a museum.
Thank you.