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Reading my email, it’s clear that I’ve been missed…even fretted about. Never fear, beloved and appreciated readers, all is well. I just decided to extend Thanksgiving into a long holiday weekend. Much deserved, I do believe.
Although today, on what should my first day back in the saddle, it seems I may be getting strep throat or something akin to it. My throat is really hurting in a new way I’ve not before experienced.
It is a “wait and see” thing I guess. Until, that is, the soreness either proves to be a weird thing that fades away or develops a few more symptoms so that I can focus on my “affliction” and deal accordingly.
So until tomorrow (when you will be stuck with me whether you like it or not if the threatened snow storm actually makes its way here):
The tackiest Christmas present ever?
Have you been blinded by the blonde?
Oh my, a Boy on Boy fantasy. With erotic art!
xo, Angela
Get well soon, kiddo.
Hey, Mistress, wishing you very well very soon. Also, I really liked the blinded by the blond story.
Feel better my dear.
Take your time and feel better, Angela. We’ll all be here, waiting somewhat patiently!
Angie – sorry to hear that you are under the weather. But thanks for these links. I thought the blinded by the blonde entry was very perceptive. And, although I didn’t want to like the boy on boy story (not my thing), gotta admit it was pretty hot. How bad are you gonna make this old good guy?
Get well soon, Mistress.
Sweet Angela. Hearing that you’re even slightly under the weather, even if for only a moment makes me sad.
Feel better soon. It’s only right since you make so many folks (including me) feel so very good!!!
My Best Wishes for Happy Happy Days and sooon!
I wondered where you had gone and now I find out that you are sick. Rotten news for you and for me too! Please get well soon; I have a paper to write and you always inspire me. At least use the opportunity to read something interesting while you get better.
Where can I send the chicken soup?
And you still are out? I fear that it did turn out to be strep. Well, let me be the eighth admirer to wish you a speedy recovery. Come back to us soon, Angela, full of pep, naughtiness and personal warmth. We miss you.
Oh mistress, please take good care of yourself. You are precious to so many, including myself.
“Rest is a weapon.” Use it well, pet.
Shakespeare might have called you his “infectious, guts-griping lewdster!” I’ll settle for “poor Angie.” Feel better soon, my muse.
That is a hot “boy on boy” fantasy. I do believe I am blushing.