Hi! Just a note, the contest is STILL OPEN, but I thought a bit about how to get over the block. This is what happened in my mind:

Alex: Write about me, SideshowJazz1! I'm bored.

Me: Alex, shut up! Don't get into your spoilt Princess Alexandra routine all over again!

Alex: (scowls, but then lightens up) Would you like a special fr-

Me: You know that the others aren't going to help you, because they know that I'm doing what I can. Most special friends antagonize you guys first.

Alex: OK, OK.

Yakko: I have an idea.

Me: What is – (reads expression) Hm, that might just work. OK, then.

Also, if you are offended by kinky games, you might want to skip past this – I still think this belongs in the T section, but only just. Also, I do not own the book A Little Bit Kinky, although I do have a copy of it.

Yakko and I hadn't really left the tower for fun nights in since the triplets were born. We had left on dates, of course, and outspoken Louisa had admitted that she sometimes liked it when we left, but we hadn't gone to our flat much at all, and absolutely no experimenting took place. When we really wanted to do anything, we had to be absolutely sure no one would walk in on us (well, at least, I didn't have any desires to exhibit it), so it was always quick and our foreplay was limited, to say the least.

But the triplets were six, and we were both bored of not being able to experiment and have fun with each other. Right now, it was eight in the evening, the two of us were in the flat, and Wakko and Dot were taking care of the kids (I wondered how things were going).

It had been a long time since just Yakko and I had been alone together in the flat. It gave me the feeling of being young again, and it was exciting.

"Soooo." I said. "Any ideas?"

"You have any?" Yakko questioned back easily.

"Maybe. Do you?"

"Maybe, maybe not."

"This situation is either getting really awkward, or this is really easy."

"Goodnight everybody!" Yakko said automatically, before adding "I'm taking a neutral stance on that."

"Too bad, I'm not." I replied with a laugh. "So what are we going to do?"

"It's your call."

"Haven't you got some ideas? Even a book or something that had some ideas on what to do?"

"Yes." At this point, Yakko pulled out a red book that was called, judging by it's cover, A Little Bit Kinky.

I started to laugh. "So, what kind of ideas does it have?" I asked, flicking through it.

There were ideas such as: positions (we'd tried those out before), food (sometimes, but not recently), restraints (we had a try on our first night as a married couple), role playing (toons: the masters of disguise and costume), situations (we had every backdrop for every situation).

"I checked out some other stuff, too." I continued. "On the internet, it suggested porno movies or...massages, if you know what I mean." I grinned mischievously. "I know that I'm the one who gets lost in it most of the time. I've felt guilty about letting you do everything, so I was reading up on happy ending massages. I don't know...?"

"If you want to, you can tell that I'm not going to object to it."

I giggled, and began.

It was awkward at first. I wasn't sure where to touch and how much pressure to apply. But as the seconds and minutes passed, my temporarily ungloved hands began learning – I guess – what to do. I had to listen as well as move. And as much as I didn't mean to, I still got lost. The whole world dropped away from me except for my partner, and I didn't realize until one of his hands touched mine, that I had actually been getting wet from simply giving the massage. Who knew that being in that other position of being the pleaser could feel so good?

But once I snapped out of it, I immediately stopped. "Hm?" I asked. "Did you want me to stop?"

I noticed a gleam in Yakko's eyes. The last time I looked at him, I had obviously done a lot, but he was back to regular. "Your turn...or my turn, depending on how you look at it."

I had to look forward to this. And as I lay on the bed, feeling the hands (free of gloves for once) running over...every place on and in my body, I lost myself yet again.

It could have lasted ten minutes, it could have lasted an hour. It was magic, pure and simple. But once it was over, neither of us wanted to be done. We hadn't had the chance to have this kind of fun for a long time, and both of us were determined to make the most of it.

I smiled at Yakko. "Your turn to choose something." I said. "That was me, so now it's up to you."

"Uuhhhh...wait here." I obeyed, as Yakko left for a few seconds. He came back with what used to be one of my favourites, a cliché favourite, but a favourite nonetheless: strawberries, whipped cream, and sprinkles.

"And also," he said, "mind wearing this?" It wasn't any old apron, like anyone would wear for this situation. No, this one was an amazingly short, skimpy, dress, which could be pulled undone or just up for this very situation. Normally, I would have seen it as a nightgown (which I later realized it was) but in this frame of mind, I knew exactly how this was going to go, and what type of role I was going to play. And I knew where the strawberries would come in.

Ten minutes later...

I was overcome with giggles in some ways, as I carefully traced my tongue over every place the whipped cream was in, nearly done. Once I was finished, I put my head up again. "Now do I get a strawberry?" I asked in a fake whiny tone.

While Yakko always claimed to be as turned on as I got, he was always more in control, and responded immediately with that sexy smirk that everyone knows (yeah, I used to call it sly, now it's kind of a turn-on). "Depends...do you want just the strawberry, or a strawberry kiss?"

I had to giggle. "Both." I confessed. "Then it's your turn with me."

We spent the whole night playing these games. By the time we were done fooling around and did the actual deed, it was midnight.

I could barely keep my eyes open, but I could still talk for a bit. "Imagine what the kids would have thought." I giggled.

Some people would have thought that was a really sexually inappropriate remark, but Yakko didn't care. "I think they would have been more shocked at the circumstances of their existence."

I couldn't help laughing, remembering. We'd tried nearly every position possible that night.

Before I finally drifted off, I mumbled "I love you."

And I heard Yakko whisper, completely seriously, "Love you too, Alex, beautiful."

So? What did you think? Please, please, PLEASE review! I hope I'm past the stage of problems with Alex now, but we'll just have to see. I did have a suggestion a while back about how one of Alex's kids should go through a phase of being driven insane, the way Alex felt at the beginning of "Princess Alexandra". I will do that at some point. For now, please review!