Fine Line Between Pleasure and Pain

Note to women: I love that thing where you strip down to everything but your skivvies and your boots and/or high heels. Very sexy. But I noticed something last night that hadn't crossed my mind before as the Kennette was very graciously moving over me, backing herself up toward my face, her underwear off but the heels still on. As her feet got closer to assuming their position around my head, I noticed, for the first time, just how close the points of her heels were to my face. As in one-false-move-and-I'm-blinded-for-life close. It's essentially two daggers sliding past either side of my head, being controlled by a woman who -- while no doubt of superior intellect and taste -- is typically sloshed on appletinis by the time we hit the sheets.

I will admit, as she hovered over me, I spent a good few minutes contemplating a heel to the eyeball, the inevitable trip to the emergency room, and the excuse I'd have to conjure for this one. But once I got to work, that all kinda went away.