Sort of like in that old Jackson Browne song, but not in an old drawer... in an old computer file folder instead.
It took some prompting for me to remember where and when she found herself in this delightful predicament.
Then in it came back... summer of 2008. In a western town where a certain political swaree was happening. Something about "Hope" and "Change".
Mistress and Slave were still sorting through some personal ugliness as a result of my monumental foul up. We were still doing out horrendous commuter lifestyle, back and forth on Delta every weekend from Florida to River City and back. It was before we did our Contract and discovered the joy of my submission or Mistress's ability to "play the field".
But as you can see, we were still finding ways to kink up our sex lives.... this wasn't even a switch Sunday!
When Mistress showed me the photo her primary concern was assotological comparisons .... then vs. now.
"I don't think my ass looks as good now, Slave...."
Of course I assured her that it looks every bit as good.
But more importantly, our life is so much better now.
More time together. More secure in the state of things between us. Our kids past so many obstacles and on the cusp of leaving the nest.
And of course, more friends and confidants discovered through our little blog-o-verse.
No comparison.
The summer of 2008 had its moments, and maybe the world was a more hopefully change-y place then. But I wouldn't trade here and now for it, with or without Mistress's 2008 ass.
