Sir has a pair of Lucky Brand jeans and I used to giggle a bit every time I would unzip his pants to find this line waiting for me.
jeans
I don’t want to go camping just for my love of nature and small woodland creatures.
“Daddy, I’m not fighting you. I’m just high-fiving you.”
“All the kids have always known
That the emperor wears no clothes
But they bow down to him anyway
‘cause it’s better then being alone.
If I was scared, I would,
and if I was bored, you know I would,
And if I was yours, but I’m not.”
She sells seashells by the seashore.
She was terribly selfish when it came to pleasure. She only wanted to feel fingers and mouths upon her own needy body and rarely took the incentive to return the favor. The way she saw it with other men, just letting them have her in such a way was doing them a favor.
But not with him, he won’t stand for that sort of selfishness. He’ll stop touching her all together, stop playing her body the way he does so well. And, when she’s finally so frustrated by the inability of her own fingers to mimic the feeling of someone else’s hands, she’ll come to him. He’ll present her with two options: be a good girl and give him her mouth or simply just go without.
Sitting down is not going to help you, brat.
Now stand up, touch your toes and learn your lesson.
Still debating the leash situation, Heart?
No. No way. That is Ashton Kutcher, is it not? No way.
No way does the guy who comes out giggling after creating a fake physiological ambush on a celebrity manage to pull that kind of sexy. I refuse to accept it. It’s not him. It can’t be. It must be his evil twin or something.
Do this to me? Please?
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When people buckle and thrash like that, I just can’t control myself. I think it’s one of the sexiest, most graceful (yet feral and animalistic) things ever.