So… I said this was going to be a yearly challenge but… I lied. Yeah, sorry about that. I’m actually not writing any more after this one. In fact, when I’m done posting this entry, I might as well hang up a sign such as this one
and be on my way. Sorry to disappoint you, but that’s the way the cookie crumbles, all that jazz, and whatever other expressions you can think of because this is really…
… a bit of April Fools’ tomfoolery, obviously. If I’m going for 365 days, stopping at 91 would be quite a betrayal, one neither my imagination or my Muse would ever forgive, I’m sure. Words needs to come out, stories will be written, and today’s focuses on this particular date obviously, so here’s another slice of humor. I hope you like it. See you tomorrow.
No Fools’ Day
“Tell me which of the following sentences is a lie.” Melissa ordered.
“Yes, Mistress,” Patrick replied, eyes glimmering.
“You are not my slave. You are not entranced right now. You are not going to lick my feet.”
“They’re all lies, Mistress.”
“Glad I couldn’t fool you…” she purred as his tongue slid between her toes.