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I want a warm oil massage followed by hours of fucking. (But, with my luck, he'd slide off of me like a slip and slide. The next few hours would be spent in the ER with lots of half hidden laughs from RN's and Docs.:rolleyes:)
 
I want a warm oil massage followed by hours of fucking. (But, with my luck, he'd slide off of me like a slip and slide. The next few hours would be spent in the ER with lots of half hidden laughs from RN's and Docs.:rolleyes:)

I want to volunteer.


...for the first part. ;)
 
I want this year to be over so I can finally stop all this flying and finally settle down.
 
I want to be in her space, and see her eyes on fire with the certainty of who she is.

I want to let her sit below me so I can brush her hair.

I want to give her that shoulder massage to ease the knots from putting up pony fences all day.

I want to hear her giggle with the gleeful recognition that she got me ruffled and tongue-twisted once again.

I want to finish the game of tag at the casino, sneak off to a dark, hidden corner, and kiss her deeply.

I want to hear her quip that I need to stop taking myself so seriously, as she tosses a leg over my midsection and runs her nails along my side.

I want to tell her I am sorry, for the thousandth time, and be able to witness her reaction.

I want to be back in her life, and her in mine, in as many of our old ways as possible.

I want--no, I need--to let her see I am different now.

I want to be silent and let her read my eyes.
 
*skating around the thread*

i want that red velvet
i want that sugar sweet
don't let nobody touch it
unless that somebody is me
 
I want World peace, an end to Hunger, and homes for everyone.

Barring that I will take some great sex :D
 
I want that twenty minutes back. It would have been better spent having a conversation about burping Tupperware.
 
I want to feel his tongue on my skin and see the lust hungry look in his eyes
 
I want to be in her space, and see her eyes on fire with the certainty of who she is.

I want to let her sit below me so I can brush her hair.

I want to give her that shoulder massage to ease the knots from putting up pony fences all day.

I want to hear her giggle with the gleeful recognition that she got me ruffled and tongue-twisted once again.

I want to finish the game of tag at the casino, sneak off to a dark, hidden corner, and kiss her deeply.

I want to hear her quip that I need to stop taking myself so seriously, as she tosses a leg over my midsection and runs her nails along my side.

I want to tell her I am sorry, for the thousandth time, and be able to witness her reaction.

I want to be back in her life, and her in mine, in as many of our old ways as possible.

I want--no, I need--to let her see I am different now.

I want to be silent and let her read my eyes.

That's lovely.
Hope everything works out the way it should.
 
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