Treat every day like its sunday...
Its just that sometimes you have to work your sundays.![]()
Can I treat every day like Friday instead?
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Treat every day like its sunday...
Its just that sometimes you have to work your sundays.![]()
Whats the difference?![]()
There's nothing like the smell of napalm in the morning, or so I've heard.
There's nothing like a scent being a reminder for a kept memory
*swoon*
That left me breathless, CanBe
Thank you for posting this image LuvMe, so beautiful in so many ways...
There is nothing like her pout as she is put into the corner...I could see her ready to burst as she walked in the door, her mind racing, she wanted to tell me of her news of the day. With a finger to her lips and a kiss on her forehead, i sent her to her spot against the wall. A little growl in her throat, and that flash of fire in her eyes, she did as she was told. It melts me completely when she is compliant, even more so when there is a hint of deviance...She is there not because she was bad, or needed to be ignored, she is there because she is adored, cherished, needing of my attention...
Standing behind her, i whispered my affections, about her beauty, her breasts that swell with my kisses, her tummy, her soft rose that blooms for me, her ass that sets me on fire, i whisper of her beautiful spirit her kindness, her care for others, the attention she gives me, how it makes my chest swell with pride and admiration...
I bade her undress slowly, watched as her body began to relax, the days news becoming distant, her breathing becoming audible, her grace present as her clothes were discarded...I sipped my bourbon as she was left with just her panties, I didnt give her permission to remove them yet. I let the vision of her soft curves linger in my mind. My cock rock hard and throbbing as i stood to remove my clothes...She could only hear what i was doing, a sigh escaped her lips as she could hear my belt passing through the loops...she knew that she was about to be worshiped, explored, kisses trailing up and down, fingertips moving in and out, my desire fed roughly to her mouth, the tenderness of the kiss to her lips that would follow...her mind and heart racing again, but this time on me, the anticipation of my discipline, my adoration, my love...
I could see her begin to shake as i said "baby" "pull your panties down for daddy"...
There is nothing like the wetness built from anticipation...


Thank you for posting this image LuvMe, so beautiful in so many ways...
There is nothing like her pout as she is put into the corner...I could see her ready to burst as she walked in the door, her mind racing, she wanted to tell me of her news of the day. With a finger to her lips and a kiss on her forehead, i sent her to her spot against the wall. A little growl in her throat, and that flash of fire in her eyes, she did as she was told. It melts me completely when she is compliant, even more so when there is a hint of deviance...She is there not because she was bad, or needed to be ignored, she is there because she is adored, cherished, needing of my attention...
Standing behind her, i whispered my affections, about her beauty, her breasts that swell with my kisses, her tummy, her soft rose that blooms for me, her ass that sets me on fire, i whisper of her beautiful spirit her kindness, her care for others, the attention she gives me, how it makes my chest swell with pride and admiration...
I bade her undress slowly, watched as her body began to relax, the days news becoming distant, her breathing becoming audible, her grace present as her clothes were discarded...I sipped my bourbon as she was left with just her panties, I didnt give her permission to remove them yet. I let the vision of her soft curves linger in my mind. My cock rock hard and throbbing as i stood to remove my clothes...She could only hear what i was doing, a sigh escaped her lips as she could hear my belt passing through the loops...she knew that she was about to be worshiped, explored, kisses trailing up and down, fingertips moving in and out, my desire fed roughly to her mouth, the tenderness of the kiss to her lips that would follow...her mind and heart racing again, but this time on me, the anticipation of my discipline, my adoration, my love...
I could see her begin to shake as i said "baby" "pull your panties down for daddy"...
There is nothing like the wetness built from anticipation...
There is nothing like........
A thread for those moments when there is nothing like......
The first kiss.....
A baby's smile or first steps.......
Watching the Red Sox go extra innings - again - to beat the Yankees.... (ok I had to say that!)
This is so beautiful CanbeThank you for posting this image LuvMe, so beautiful in so many ways...
There is nothing like her pout as she is put into the corner...I could see her ready to burst as she walked in the door, her mind racing, she wanted to tell me of her news of the day. With a finger to her lips and a kiss on her forehead, i sent her to her spot against the wall. A little growl in her throat, and that flash of fire in her eyes, she did as she was told. It melts me completely when she is compliant, even more so when there is a hint of deviance...She is there not because she was bad, or needed to be ignored, she is there because she is adored, cherished, needing of my attention...
Standing behind her, i whispered my affections, about her beauty, her breasts that swell with my kisses, her tummy, her soft rose that blooms for me, her ass that sets me on fire, i whisper of her beautiful spirit her kindness, her care for others, the attention she gives me, how it makes my chest swell with pride and admiration...
I bade her undress slowly, watched as her body began to relax, the days news becoming distant, her breathing becoming audible, her grace present as her clothes were discarded...I sipped my bourbon as she was left with just her panties, I didnt give her permission to remove them yet. I let the vision of her soft curves linger in my mind. My cock rock hard and throbbing as i stood to remove my clothes...She could only hear what i was doing, a sigh escaped her lips as she could hear my belt passing through the loops...she knew that she was about to be worshiped, explored, kisses trailing up and down, fingertips moving in and out, my desire fed roughly to her mouth, the tenderness of the kiss to her lips that would follow...her mind and heart racing again, but this time on me, the anticipation of my discipline, my adoration, my love...
I could see her begin to shake as i said "baby" "pull your panties down for daddy"...
There is nothing like the wetness built from anticipation...