my bed

following my divorce, an ugly one, i realized i had to get a new bed. the one i had had it's dings and scratches - nothing major, but i couldn't look at it without wincing, and it was hell to sleep in. so i got a new bed.

i swear, i wasn't thinking anything kinky when i picked it out. i was thinking that i wanted a girly bed, that it didn't need to be huge, and that it couldn't be anything like my old bed.

well, take a look. it's barely been used to it's true purpose, which is easy to spot. there's no avoiding it - even my subconcious is kinky.