GUEST POST BY ANASTASIA VITSKY
Good morning, everyone!
Renee has to be away today, so I’m going to play substitute.
Oh, please don’t groan! I know that I can’t tantalize you with sexy stories of trains and foxes and showers the way she can, but isn’t reading me better than being disappointed at no post at all?
Wait! Don’t leave yet! I promise I’ll do something entertaining. Hm…what? I can’t juggle. I tried the colored scarves we used in gym class ages ago, but I never was able to graduate to the soft beanbags. I can’t sing. Correction. I can sing, but I think we’d all prefer that I not. You’re welcome.
Let me tell you one word that always makes me think of Renee. Want to hear it?
I grew up thinking that “Yummy!” meant fresh cookies out of the oven or perhaps steaming-hot pizza. When I was a kid, pizza was a rare treat. Now it’s the go-to lazy meal.
Anyway, I associated yumminess with food until I met Renee. Sure, I’d heard “Yummy!” as an exclamation of appreciation when reading a wonderful book or viewing a particularly good-looking person of the desired gender, but Renee likes to use “Yummy!” as a catch-all phrase.
Sex AND spanking?
Stories of sex and/or spanking?
You get the idea.
Trains? Showers? Books? Everything and anything in the world that could possibly have the remotest connection to spanking, sex, and/or stories?
You got it.
Here’s a challenge for you. How would you define Renee’s use of “Yummy”? Please give an example. (You’re welcome, Renee.)