Growing up, it was common to hear about duct tape and WD-40 fixing everything. If it moves and it shouldn’t, use duct tape. If it doesn’t move and it should, WD-40 it. I don’t think I own either of those at the moment, but everything I need seems to come from my sex toy drawer.
Remember how I replaced the thermostat batteries with spare vibrator batteries? Tonight tops that.
I got home from work and invited D over. I’m still trying to sort out feelings there, and I figured a little sex may help. I put the pups in the backyard and waited for D to get here. He walked in and I decided to talk to him for a few minutes before letting the girls in. I knew this was a bad idea, but I didn’t realize just how bad. The older, more neurotic dog jumped at the back door just like she normally does. After a minute, she disappeared from the back door. I stuck my head out and realized that she had literally taken out the gate of my fence and was now roaming around somewhere. I went out the front door and luckily she ran straight into the house. It never works out that easy when she breaks out. As for the fence….that was a little more difficult.
D and I went outside and tried to figure out a way to hold it together until I could spend time and money on fixing it. I pulled a couple of spare cinder blocks, but it wasn’t quite enough. D asked if I had any wire or anything to tie the post to the gate. I didn’t think so, but I poked around the closets anyways. Then it hit me…I do own rope. Bondage rope. Luckily, D already knew about my kinks, so we just giggled it off as he fixed up my fence with bondage rope.
Once again, the sex drawer saves the day.
And in case anyone was wondering. The sex with D was meh. I wanted to call The Beast as soon as he left.