Just think about being held
Strong arms encircling you. Lips kissing your cheek and whispering in your ear that everything is ok, you're safe and loved. You hand being held as you walk down the street. Know that you are the skining light in someone's eyes, you and nobody but you. That is why.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Mon 18 May 2009, 14:49, 2 replies, latest was 16 years ago)

That and brown love.
:)
(TheColonel, Mon 18 May 2009, 14:55, Reply)

Pfft!
You've been reading too much Mills & Boon.
( girlinthehole, Mon 18 May 2009, 14:55, Reply)

Not reading
I just write them. One day they'll let me out of my cell and disconnect the electrodes from my testicles.
(Potty Jag har smör i min rumpspringa, Mon 18 May 2009, 15:04, Reply)

I count that as foreplay.
Maybe that's where I'm going wrong.
( girlinthehole, Mon 18 May 2009, 15:08, Reply)

I agree. (with the too much mills & boon)
I personally find it's not about that, but about being grateful that *this time* when they've let off an explosive fart under the duvet, they haven't wafted it.

Think on that instead.
(Psyche finishes work at the end of June! Yay!!!, Mon 18 May 2009, 16:11, Reply)