If I am a bother, you could just tell me. You don’t have to ghost and go rogue and ignore. You could just say back off. Or tell me you’re uncomfortable or something. You could just open up to me. I have responsibilities and a life, yes. I’d love for you to be part of
Lins wouldn’t let me comment back so I have to ask the guy on the couch to please elaborate on this. I would be interested in learning what exactly this phrase was meant to mean. Related Post Mixed Signals I’m okay. Well that was fubar
Sort of. It’s not perfect, I wish it was different. But it makes sense and I’m ready to move on. Goodbye Mister. Related Post Band-aid ripped off Day 2 quit lying
To be in a busy place with you. Go into a secret corner. Push you up against the wall, place my hand over your mouth, spread your legs with mine. Thrust inside you as deep as fast as I can. Your moans muffled by my hand as people walk by us not having a clue.
i never knew how to be that cool guy, the one who gets the girl, who has no fear. i’m wrought with fear, well i was, now i am just tired. i feel spiritually tired, my restless, broken heart feels no joy. i have no real joy, and whatever happiness, is fleeting. somedays i envision
I like my wife. My relationship with her is the longest I’ve had with a primary partner for a handful of good reasons. We have invested enough time into this thing to achieve a comfortable stride wherein our journey together is relatively smooth. We get along. We make each other laugh. The administrative stuff is