What is your most treasured possession and why?
What is your most treasured possession and why?
Can I be shallow and say Sean? After all, I do own him, in a sort of way. We're married, for one, and that brings up so many connotations of ownership. The wedding ceremony, where one is given to the other. A ring is a sign of bondage.
Then there are all the other signs of bondage, like the stripes on Sean's arse that show that I've caned him and probably will again. You have to own a bit of someone to love them enough to hurt them, don't you?
Or maybe not. Cop-outs are never sincere.
I love my cars. I love my BMWs. I love my Aston Marton. I love my leather interiors. I love my CD players. I love my gear shifts. I love how it glides along the road, almost floating.
Then again, I hate all that Bond shite I get when I'm filling them up. No, they don't shoot rockets out of the headlights. No, you can't steer it from the backseat. I wish I could, because then I could shag Sean and drive at the same time. But I can't.
Fiction. You'd think people would be able to tell the difference by now.
-Pierce Brosnan (RPS)
Word Count: 199
Can I be shallow and say Sean? After all, I do own him, in a sort of way. We're married, for one, and that brings up so many connotations of ownership. The wedding ceremony, where one is given to the other. A ring is a sign of bondage.
Then there are all the other signs of bondage, like the stripes on Sean's arse that show that I've caned him and probably will again. You have to own a bit of someone to love them enough to hurt them, don't you?
Or maybe not. Cop-outs are never sincere.
I love my cars. I love my BMWs. I love my Aston Marton. I love my leather interiors. I love my CD players. I love my gear shifts. I love how it glides along the road, almost floating.
Then again, I hate all that Bond shite I get when I'm filling them up. No, they don't shoot rockets out of the headlights. No, you can't steer it from the backseat. I wish I could, because then I could shag Sean and drive at the same time. But I can't.
Fiction. You'd think people would be able to tell the difference by now.
-Pierce Brosnan (RPS)
Word Count: 199