I hate days when the dishes pile up. It's a cardinal sin against my philosophy of idleness. I was there, hands in the soapy water, and the only comforting thought was imagining that every fork I cleaned was actually a dirty finger spreading my cheeks, or that the sponge was a rough tongue licking my pussy from behind. Monotony is more tolerable if you turn it into mental pornography. I finished, with wrinkled hands and a warm body, thinking that maybe tomorrow I'll summon a little imp to do it. Or maybe not. Sometimes boredom has its own perverse flavor. #DomesticHedonism #LuxurySloth #KitchenFantasies