HNT - Oh, yeah...come and get some

Sometimes, late in the evening, I will have a glass of good red wine (preferably a syrah or a cab), I'll kick back and take off all of my work clothes except for these. It is those times when I feel most vulnerable yet most alive. I tingle with excitement as I run my hand down my leg to pull them up around my thick, hard calves. It is still warm in the fall here in Arizona, so I don't feel the need to cover up for warmth - and yet I am warm. Oh, so very warm. So, I lean back in my big, soft brown leather chair and put my feet up on the ottoman. The leather feels nice against my skin and I don't get the vinyl bondage issues that you suffer from naugahyde. I melt into the cushions and gently, so softly and so gently work the buttons of my remote control as if it is my lover...it is. I rhythmically break wind with a velvet softness that produces a sound mildly muted by the leather cushion; the only barrier between me and the rest of the world. It rises in waves in a mixture smelling of rich leather and gaseous effervesence. I sigh. And then I drift gently into unconsciousness with my hand clutching the remote as Everybody Loves Raymond lulls me into joyous oblivion.