So, yes, I admit it, it was Lesvos we went to. I say Mitileni, but really you and I, people and Blogland, know that it’s Lesvos. Greavsie totally blew my cover.
Anyway. Withdrawal symptoms.
I think I may be having them, people of blogland. Seriously. It’s serious.
Ah, the simple life on Lesvos. Ah, the Sappho Guest house and its sunburnt guests in various states of undress! Ah, the measly trickle of cold Lesbian water in the shower! Ah, the tiny gravy granules-like stones from the Lesbian beach that hide in your crack, get carried to the bathroom/bedroom, then pepper the floor for days! Ah, the ‘Unleash your creativity with other like-minded women in a safe environment’ workshops!
It’s just not the same here you know.
All this middle class London comfort, and not the tiniest workshop on how to write bad poetry about orchids or how to worship your vulva.
I might sulk.
Therefore, I’ve just stood in the bathtub and washed from a cold trickle of water; afterwards, I covered the floor in Bisto granules, for more authenticity. Later my lover is coming over, so we can play the ‘find the granules in your crack’ game, and then unleash our creativity together, in a very Lesbian way. Just like on the island. Yay. That’s how we treat withdrawal symptoms in my world.
3 comments:
Sounds like a whole lot of fun but, wait lemme put on my old lady voice.
Ahem.
"It's too damn hot!"
There. That said a mouthful.
...and speaking of mouthfuls...where are those naked pics you promised??
Big grin. :D
Greavsie is not to be trusted. He is currently sunning himself on Raratonga in the Cook Islands and calling it the Isle of Wight.
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