My absolute favorite words.
rub
I have far too many fantasies that revolve around the sentiment of not knowing whose hands are where.
“And you’re my favorite flavor.”
I know I am behind on posting about just about everything but here’s a gif that reminds me of the person I’m seeing tomorrow and I am so excited to see him that it’s literally making it impossible to sleep.
So, Sir says he loves Daisy Dukes but these are essentially underwear.
Did I say he was rubbing my feet?
That didn’t last very long.
Such a good girl, so slippery and still.
If I’m a really, really good girl, can I get some of this soon?
Happy Valentine’s Day from your grumpy cat.
Anyone that tries to tell you that
‘leggings aren’t pants’
is missing out…
The first time I messed around with a girl, it was through a pair of leggings that I eventually soaked right through. Whyexactly is right on the money with this one.
What was it about silence speaking louder than words? Can we apply that to muffled cries underneath a hand? Either way, the commentary here speaks volumes.
“Mmm hmmm mmnf mumf gumf.”
As loud as you want sweetheart.