Getting wet in the tub
“You going to join me?” you ask, bubbles barely covering your pink skin.
“Maybe,” I say. “You want me to?”
“Yes.”
I smile. “OK.”
I pull off my shirt and unfasten my belt and pants. I slip my thumbs under the band of my boxer briefs and tease you by tugging them slowly. You smile and bite your lip.
I pull them down, my cock already hard and throbbing.
“Stand up,” I say.
You oblige, the water slipping down off your curves, leaving you shiny. I take you in. Your hard nipples. Your firm breasts. Your gorgeous stomach. Your curves. Your smile. Your dark hair, wet, hanging down, covering you.
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you know when youre having sex, or giving head, and they whisper fuuuck
yeah thats probably one of the greatest moments in life
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During a seminar, a woman asked,” How do I know if I am with the right person?” the author then noticed that there was a large man sitting next to her so he said, “It depends. Is that your partner?” In all seriousness, she answered “How do you know?” Let me answer this question because the chances are good that it’s weighing on your mind replied the author. Here’s the answer:
Every relationship has a cycle…In the beginning; you fall in love with your partner. You anticipate their calls, want their touch, and like their idiosyncrasies. Falling in love wasn’t hard. In fact, it was a completely natural and spontaneous experience. You didn’t have to DO anything.
That’s why it’s called “falling” in love.
People in love sometimes say, “I was swept of my feet.” Picture the expression. It implies that you were just standing there; doing nothing, and then something happened TO YOU.
Falling in love is a passive and spontaneous experience. But after a few months or years of being together, the euphoria of love fades. It’s a natural cycle of EVERY relationship.
Slowly but surely, phone calls become a bother (if they come at all), touch is not always welcome (when it happens), and your spouse’s idiosyncrasies, instead of being cute, drive you nuts. The symptoms of this stage vary with every relationship; you will notice a dramatic difference between the initial stage when you were in love and a much duller or even angry subsequent stage.
At this point, you and/or your partner might start asking, “Am I with the right person?”
And as you reflect on the euphoria of the love you once had, you may begin to desire that experience with someone else. This is when relationships breakdown.
The key to succeeding in a relationship is not finding the right person; it’s learning to love the person you found.
People blame their partners for their unhappiness and look outside for fulfillment. Extramarital fulfillment comes in all shapes and sizes.
Infidelity is the most common. But sometimes people turn to work, a hobby, a friendship, excessive TV, or abusive substances. But the answer to this dilemma does NOT lie outside your relationship. It lies within it.I’m not saying that you couldn’t fall in love with someone else. You could. And TEMPORARILY you’d feel better. But you’d be in the same situation a few years later. Because (listen carefully to this):
The key to succeeding in a relationship is not finding the right person; it’s learning to love the person you found.SUSTAINING love is not a passive or spontaneous experience. You have to work on it day in and day out. It takes time, effort, and energy. And most importantly, it demands WISDOM. You have to know WHAT TO DO to make it work. Make no mistake about it. Love is NOT a mystery.
There are specific things you can do (with or without your partner). Just as there are physical laws of the universe (such as gravity), there are also laws for relationships. If you know and apply these laws, the results are predictable.
Love is therefore a “decision”. Not just a feeling….
amen
Noted♡
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“Do you know my favorite sport, Princess?” I asked.
“Football!” she answered, not even taking a second to think, “because of the hitting, and the strategy, and the pure athleticism.”
“Uh … well yes. Football is my favorite sport, but do you know my favorite sport to watch in person!?” I asked.
“Hockey!” she answered, again, without pausing for thought, “because of the speed, and the hitting, and the exhilaration, and the occasional fights that break out.”
“Uh.. well, you’re right again …. Do you know what sport that I have tickets to tonight though!?” I asked.
Her face paled. Her eyes rolled upward, as though searching for an answer. “What sport do they even play in the summer?”
“Baseball. I have tickets to the baseball game tonight. And I’m taking you.”
Her face lit up momentarily, before she questioned, “You are?”
“Of course I am!” I exclaimed. “You’re my good girl, and you are coming with me to the baseball game!”
Her face lit up, smiling from ear to ear. “I am?” she asked.
“Of course you are!”
She clapped with excitement and had a giddy look about her. She may have even quivered!
“Of course … I do have rules.”
“Yes, Sir,” she bit her lip as she awaited my instructions.
“I’ve picked out an outfit for you to wear. You are to wear it exactly as I have chosen it for you: black stockings, short skirt. White blouse, the one that buttons up. And a baseball cap. You will notice the distinct lack of mention of undergarments. I didn’t mention them, because you aren’t allowed to wear any.
Baseball is a team sport, you need to think of the team. The team on the field and the legions of fans in the stadium. Your job will be to help those fans. To make them cheer, to excite them. I know you can do it, Princess.”
“Me? How do I get them to cheer?” She asked.
“Well, I have a plan,” I explained, “you will be my good girl, and you will do whatever I say. I know you will. Since you’ll be wearing no underwear here’s what I want.
Every time our team gets a hit, you have to stand and cheer. Every time you sit down, you have to do so with your legs spread, just a bit. While you sit in your seat, you’ll twist your bum as if you were sitting in an office chair, keeping your legs apart. People will pay attention to you. Men will see you. They’ll stare. Women will see you. The prudish ones will scowl, and admonish their men for staring. But you can be sure those men will still try to catch glimpses. Some men won’t even try to hide their lust for you. They won’t even hide their gazes. They’ll tap their friends on the shoulder and tell them, and their friends will stare at you too.
And the entire time, I want you to pretend you don’t see. I want you to act as if nothing is wrong. As if everything is normal. You will act sweet as pie. And the entire game, you will smile and tease these boys. Do you understand me?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Do you want to know how you’re going to tease them?” I asked. She grinned, bit her lip, and smiled, nodding.
“I want you to talk to them, as though nothing is wrong. As though today is just another normal day at the baseball park. As though we’re only there to cheer on the home team. If you catch a boy staring I want you to ask him, ‘Is this the first time you’ve ever seen one in person?’ I want you to pause as he blushes and turns away, caught. Then you will ask ‘A baseball game I mean!’ you will continue to tell him, ‘it’s my first time ever in person! It’s so much fun!’
And if the home team is doing well, maybe someone will start ‘The Wave’, and you can tap one of those men on the shoulder and ask, ‘Do you see it!? Do you see it?’ as you part your legs for him, ‘Do you see that The Wave is coming?’
I want you to be relentless. I want them all to know, that you know. And by the middle of the game, I want every eye in our section on you. I want them oblivious to the fact there’s a baseball game at all. I want them leering at you. Staring at you, wanting and desiring you. I want every single one of them craving what’s mine. Do you understand, Princess?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I smiled and continued, “and then, sometime just after the 7th inning stretch, a 7th inning stretch none of those men will EVER forget … you and I will leave. Walk up the aisle, down the tunnel, through the concourse and down that long and winding cement ramp towards the parking lot.
But we won’t get all the way to the parking lot. I think we’ll both be a little aroused by this point in our evening. So during our walk, at some point I will stop, and drop my pants. I will take hold of you, and push you to your knees in front of me. I will guide your head on my cock, and you will suck it. You will suck me, and stroke me, regardless if people are walking around us. They can watch if they want. But as the baseball game starts to come to a close … as the crowd builds, cheering, chanting, as the raucous legions rise to their feet and applaud, I will cum for you. Deep down your throat, and you will swallow every last drop. My good girl. And all the cheers will be for you. For a job well done.
Now, go get dressed. We’ve got a game to win.”
Fuck happy kisses are the absolute best.