“…they ended up face down, deep in my cleavage.

“Don’t get lost in there.” I quipped.

For a while they lay there nestled, quiet.

“A lamp post,” they muttered, “is that a lion? Hello, Mr Tumnus?”

“Did you go to Narnia between my boobs?”  I asked. They nodded and laughed.

“I’ve always wanted to go to Narnia, but I can’t get in there.” I pouted then chuckled myself.”



My cleavage is the doorway to Narnia, just ask H! So what else was I going to use for today’s prompt? With thanks to my Amazing Hubby Kev Blisse for his impressive fiddling with my boobs.

Sinful Sunday