Way way back in the moist cavernous bosom of the majestic Alms Hotel, I would even pack in my own lights so I wouldn’t have to sit under the unkind florescents.
Nowadays I can just turn off half of the lights and get closer to the mood I want with you. For the really important times, I have been known to pack a stash of emergency candles (they go so well with my emergency pillow).
And I know you…you like a good lighting situation, too. Not so dark you can’t see while you listen to my sounds. And certainly not so bright to cause you any inhibition.
I mean, how else could we get that kind of stick shaking action?
Find out in this archive.