Last night was v. interesting.  Despite the cold temps, somewhere in downtown Manhattan two people didn’t seem to notice.  A bottle of 2006 Sauternes sparked the mood but lets be real,  there

Hardwood floors see a lot of action.  The stilettos clicking, slippers shuffling and sometimes they are lucky enough to experience the x-rated. Against a wall, naked and back arched, one leg on the bar and him on his knees his full head of curly hard warming the inner thighs…that was right after we said hello.   The absence of carpet didn’t matter.  What mattered was the ambience of lust and desire in the room.

It wasn’t long before the more comfortable option of the chair presented itself.   Its all about the angles after all… The floors were supportive and quiet, never creaking as positions and body parts shifted before finally moving to surprise…. the bed.

Hardwood floors have endurance for secrets.

Music mood:  London Grammar ” Truth is a beautiful thing”

Neurally yours,

the giving tree xo