Meat and Potatoes. . My baby came to me lately. 'Honey please don't take this bad but maybe. When you laid me. Could we try to spice it up?'. I looked across the table. First to see if she was joking. No joke. There was no flicker. Just a girl who wanted more. Than meat and potatoes. She may stop at whips and chains. She needs carousal. More arousal. A bit of pain. So we started by using handcuffs. We tried a can of cold whipped cream. I was allergic to so much dairy. She had to finish it all by herself. Then I slapped her. She wasn't expecting. So she hit me back. She friggin' cracked me. I got a nose bleed. She was angry. She wanted more. Than mean and potatoes. She may stop at pumps and drains!. She needs carousal. More arousal. A bit of pain. Invite the neighbours. Or total strangers. Give yourself a leg up honey. Wear 'The Queen' mask. Put on the French basque. It's full of handy holes. If we're going to use them all. We're going to need more than. Meat and potatoes!. She may draw the line at dolls and freaks. She needs some abusing. Some amusement. To get through the week. 'I know you respect me. You won't reject me. And the arrow of our love is straight and true'