Sometime stupid early this Sunday AM, most likely while I was forcing Leigh to yet again laundry in the nude inducing squirting orgasms, The Dom Next Door™ blog had its 2000th peek thru the keyhole. Hopefully you liked what you saw. Honestly, I don’t make stuffing a washer full of soaked bedding a habit. The basement floor is cold on bare feet, not to mention the accidental brushing of one’s sore, tired junk alongside the freakishly icy side of the top loader. Actually, I kind of liked that.
I’d like to make this baker’s hours laundry a habit. I’m trying to. But no, not there yet.
Where was I?
Oh yeah, a sincere and humbled “Thank You” from Leigh & I. The irony of this following my “Miss Manners” post is not lost on me. We are really enjoying sharing ourselves with all of you and hope that our admissions will encourage others to explore the deep, dark corners in the basement of their sexuality as well as give all of you a new lease on how you perceive others. That maybe, just maybe, I am that guy standing in front of you at the store. Or is Leigh that girl in the office that no one really notices all that much? Or perhaps we’re the couple you smile and wave to as you get your café latte fix, knowing us only as “that couple”.
There is much, much more to….um, launder.