This week the prompt is the word “ball”
This morning I have just returned from the local Catholic Ball. Believe it or not but I was the Belle of the Ball. Who’d a thought me, Richard Head would have gotten away with it. But in drag dearies I can convince anyone that I am, Deirdre Ballfop.
To say I had a ball is putting it mildly as I danced the night away and the only issue I have today are the balls of my feet that are killing me after wearing those six-inch stilettos all night.
At one time I had three men trying to dance with me but I held my head high and was determined to behave, if you know what I mean.
Today Roger is taking me to the basketball even though I’d rather the softball. All those soft round buttocks, so ball like I find so very appealing.
But it’s those tall basket ballers I think get to Roger. He sits in the stand a ball in each hand fondling them as he watches. I find it quite erotic. But sorry I digress you don’t want to hear about Roger’s balls or my fantasies.
Roger has a Q-Ball shaped head and I love to give it a polish from time to time. Some days I imagine I can see my face it as I can get it shining so bright.
But we love each other even though he does refer to me as the old ball and chain. I take it as a term of endearment, for lets face it at our age we take them any way we can.
Though to other day he did bowl a no ball when he pointed out my chicken neck. I was very affronted and told him so. He looked at me askance but after a good half hour haranguing I could see the ball drop and he understood.
So to make up he gave me a new ballpoint pen with which I am penning my new novel: Balls, Balloons and Balloney…its bound to be a best seller.
So I hope you have a ball this weekend, good luck…