I was lucky enough to get tickets to an acclaimed, sold-out West End play. It was very good, well worth the money, and I was enjoying myself immensely, absorbed in the drama, when all of a sudden I got distracted. The third act had started with some of the actors sitting round a desk, drinking and eating. So far, so normal. However, about halfway through the scene, the lead character comes in, has a strop, and clears everything off the desk. Leaving a *beautiful* dark wood desk completely empty: and there I am, pulled out of the drama, thinking "Oh my, I want to be bent over that gorgeous desk and spanked". Things got even worse when one of the young female characters waltzes on stage, and, God help me, bends over the damn desk. Twice! It took me a good few minutes to regain my composure and focus on what was going on in the play again.
Bad kinky brain!
6 hours ago