Tracey speaks,
and I reply.
We see each other eye to eye.
My body fits her like a dress.
She flicks her tongue, and I confess.
She takes me where I should not go.
She tells me things she cannot know.
She pets my muff until I purr.
She's into me. I'm into her.
Tracey tastes
like Creme Brulé.
We fuck all night. We kiss all day.
Her Maple's lips are sticky and sweet.
She pulls my leash and makes me eat.
She ties my wrists above my head.
She rarely lets me out of bed.
I am her crass Caucasian slave.
She whips my ass so I behave,
then licks the wounds her straps apply.
She is my world, I can't deny.
Tracey spends.
the afternoon
fisting me inside her room,
twisting nipples, slapping clit.
Her love for me will never quit.
And I would gladly die beneath
the pink encasement of her sheath,
sucking cunt till I convulse...
breathless wench without a pulse.
For Fia knows a cat survives,
and every kitten has nine lives.
I'm in to her.
Ellie Goulding - " Love Me Like You Do"!
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WHY? oh, WHY?
WHY?
Writing a Will for a Goofy Canadian Friend
Life has its funny moments, doesn't it? Just the other day, I found myself in a rather unexpected situation when my goofy Canadian friend, let's call him Tim, approached me with a serious request—to write his will. Now, Tim is not your typical serious, contemplative type. He's more of a "let's have a good laugh" kind of guy. So naturally, I was taken aback by his request, but also intrigued to see where this whimsical journey would lead.
First things first, I sat down with Tim over a cup of maple syrup-infused coffee (because, you know, Canadian vibes) to understand his motives. As it turned out, Tim had been binge-watching legal dramas on Netflix and had developed a sudden sense of responsibility towards his mortal affairs. With a mischievous twinkle in his eye, he joked about wanting to leave his extensive collection of plaid shirts to his pet moose, along with his prized hockey stick signed by Wayne Gretzky to the local hockey rink. After a few chuckles and some reassurance that I would not include any moose or hockey paraphernalia in his actual will (much to his mock disappointment), we got down to business.
Surprisingly, Tim had put some genuine thought into what he wanted to include in his will. He wanted to ensure his family was taken care of, his favorite poutine recipe was passed down to future generations, and his beloved canoe found a new home on a tranquil lake. As I navigated through the legal jargon and formalities, Tim couldn't help but interject with humorous suggestions. "Don't forget to mention my maple syrup stash hidden under the bed," he'd quip with a wink. His lighthearted approach to a typically solemn task made the entire process surprisingly enjoyable.
Of course, amidst the laughter and jest, there were moments of seriousness. Tim shared heartfelt sentiments about his loved ones and how much certain belongings meant to him. It was a reminder that even in moments of levity, there's often depth and sentimentality hidden beneath the surface.Once the will was drafted, we revisited it together to ensure every detail was in place. Tim, true to his nature, insisted on adding a section titled "Tim's Top Ten Tips for a Happy Life," which ranged from "Always say sorry, even if it's not your fault" to "Embrace the cold—winter is just an excuse for more hot chocolate."
As we sealed the documents (metaphorically, of course, because sealing with wax felt a bit too medieval for our modern sensibilities), Tim thanked me with a hearty laugh and a promise to take me on a canoe trip someday.
Reflecting on this quirky experience, I realized that amidst the seriousness of legal matters, there's always room for a bit of humor and personality. Tim's unconventional approach to something as solemn as a will taught me that even in matters of mortality, laughter and warmth can find their place.
So here's to Tim, the goofy Canadian friend who asked me to write his will—an experience that was as heartwarming as it was amusing. And who knows, maybe one day his pet moose will be sporting a plaid shirt and wielding a hockey stick, all thanks to a whimsical provision in a will written with a smile.
Songs of love and hate
Take a look at yourself,
And see what's right in front of you.
Life isn't as long as you think,
And I could be gone tomorrow.
Everyone always says,
"Live every day, like it's your last."
I just figure you're gonna die;
Why not make it happen faster?
Sometimes I don't want that,
I just want to keep my life and move on.
But the first time I let that razor hit my wrist,
I didn't lose any hope or faith.
But I lost myself.
I died right there,
Some would think that's not true,
But that's just coming from someone who has a heart.
Life is much more complicated than people think,
And it takes so much more than a kiss to make things better.
Bandaids aren't the answer to lifes problems.
Your actions are
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Ladies, when another woman talks bad about you for no reason at all, don't be so quick to clap back. Pray for that Woman. She sees something in you that she doesn't see in herself. Remember, confidence is silence and insecurity is loud!