The Bejeweled Dirty Fantasy Box Comes Out

And I'm pulling out the one and only King of Foreplay to make my mind even more filthy than it already is.

The things I would do to you, Tae-Tae, are unspeakable. They would make even the most popular girl at the brothel blush a deep crimson.

On this BIGBANG Friday, I imagine you to be in the shower after one of your ovary-aching performances. I won't be joining you. Instead I'll be sitting on the bathroom counter, just waiting for you to finish. It won't be like a peeping Tom, creeper kind of thing, because you know I'm there. But we won't be conversing, because you want me to tell you each and every dirty thought I had while watching you grind on stage, sex-sweat dripping down your forehead.

Because that two hour performance was foreplay, King. And you making me tell you my filthy thoughts, while watching you soap up your abs and hip dips ... that's foreplay too. I bow down to you for a reason.

After you've turned off the shower, you'll ask me to hand you a towel, but I won't because I like you dripping wet and naked. Besides, the sheets on the bed will dry you off just as well as a towel would, and they're so much softer on your skin. Of course, you know that we'll get so dirty that we'll both have to take a shower afterward to clean ourselves up. Together.

And you know we'll probably have to take showers separately, because the whole showering together to get clean thing will be a total fail, as we'll just be dirty in there too.

TKPA