This means You myticklishsoul. :) 

*Tackle hug to the ground and bite your ear*

hehehe…

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glowafter:

Reflections

There is nothing that can replace falling in love with you. From that moment I first saw you, I knew you were the one. And thirty years later, our love is every bit as strong as the day we married.
 That feeling is even more intense when I look across the table while seated with you and our children. They are in fact, the result of how much we love each other.
 There have been times when I’ve not been a perfect husband or you a perfect wife… But we have always been perfect for each other.  Through heartache and joy, there has always been a strong foundation to stand on. One that will not collapse, but provide support for the weight of anything to come.

 Today is just another day, but like thousands before, when shared with you, it’s one I’ll never forget.

 I love you
 

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celebritynudes:

Manu Bennett

Ohhhh Spartacus:Blood and Sand!  This is Crixus.  Ha! I love Spartacus because of all the porn and hot, hot, hot guys. Yuuum….

(Source: famouxposed)

Finally!  Summer is almost here and it’s a beautiful 24C today.  First day I wore shorts and I went commando! :D  Yup, that’s right, free and my curls blowing in the wind!

My first day wearing sandals.  I even painted my toenails silver and looks kinda weird.  Will change them to purple tomorrow. ;)

Today is library day and I picked up 8 novels.  I have tons of e-books but still love the smell and feel of a book in my hands.  I’m hoping reading will kick me in the ass and help knock this dreaded writer block I’m suffering from.  Truthfully, I think I rather be outside enjoying life rather than sitting inside on my computer.  

Nickelback, My Darkest Days, Seether, and Bush are all playing tonight in Edmonton and I’m going to miss the concert. *sniff*  I had no one to go to the concert with me.  I think I need a new set of friends!  :D  Ohhh well, maybe next time.

Have a wonderful day my lovelies. *kisses*

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gentlemanpervert:

It was a hot night in Old City. The kind where you can’t help but toss open the window, toss your pants over a chair, and sit in your slightly unbuttoned, crisply-pressed shirt to enjoy some bourbon and a cigarette. The kind where you don’t want to move beyond the distance of the reach to the glass or the ashtray.

But I had foolishly left the phone on the bureau at the other side of this hotel room - one that was seedy enough not to ask questions at the front desk, but not so seedy that you eyed the linens suspiciously, wondering if they harbored a communicable disease.

Sure enough, as soon as I was settled, the harsh inhale cascading over my lungs, washed down with with splashes of Kentucky’s finest, it rang.

Someone’s here. She wont’ leave until she talks to you.

“Just give her my card and tell her I’ll call her. I’m busy.”

She won’t take no for an answer. But I think you’ll want to see this one.

(That piqued my interest - normally my secretary shoos away ditzy dames.)

“Oh? And why is that?”

Just trust me. Shall I send her to you?

I thought for a few minutes, and then granted my secretary permission to give this woman directions to my current whereabouts. I can’t say my boxers didn’t stir a little with blind curiousity.

About fifteen minutes later, a knock came at the door.

I opened it a crack, letting the chain restrain it, so I could get a good look. My secretary, bless her, wasn’t wrong. Through the gap I drank her in - tall, soft auburn locks, short red trench coat, white gloves, very slight strand of pearls, black heels. Hair up in a fashion that told you she needed it out of the way for whatever she had in mind.

You going to let me in? Don’t mind your trousers. I’m not shy.

I unhooked the lock, stood back, and let her pass into my chamber. I sat back down, lit another cigarette, and waited for her to make the first move.

She sighed.

Holy hell, this city gets hot at night. I…

Her thoughts seemed to drift off as she sauntered to the window to gaze out at the buzzing red neon of the nondescript flophouse across the street.

Then he looked back over her shoulder at me with a devil’s look that told me we were in for a whole lotta sinnin’.

I’m glad you didn’t pick that pigsty over there. I would have hesitated to come by.

She turned back to face the window and peeled off her gloves, casually tossing them to the bed, slowly worked the round buttons of her coat until they were free from their canvas confines, and then unburdened herself of the scarlet covering, tossing it on the bed. Her arms languidly rose up to adjust her hair, letting my eyes get full purchase on the striking beauty that smoldered before me.

Cocking her hip to one side, she peered at me from the corner of her eye, that grin deepening to beckon me to Dante’s second circle. My gaze traced the toned canyon that carved its way from her neck down to her granite ass. 

I know that he who hesitates is lost, so I wasted no more time. I stood, crossed the room to her, and spent the evening breaking all the rules as we proceeded to break a sweat.

I never did find out why she came to my office, and frankly, I don’t care. Sometimes you have to throw caution to the wind, even if that means inviting danger to stroll back. Especially when it walks around on legs like those.

©  2012 TGP

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“Excuse me Sir!”

I look behind me, and my knees almost buckled under me.  The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen in a police office uniform was approaching me.

“Yes?” I answered

“Sir, you just committed a traffic misdemeanor of across the street and almost causing an accident.”

“Uhhhh… No Officer I wasn’t aware.  I do apologize for my lack of attention.”

“Sir, I will ask you to  face the wall, lean with palms down, feet spread apart.  Thank you for your cooperation.”

How could I not accommodate the polite and beautiful officer, but I couldn’t stop myself from asking, “Are you arresting me?”

“Please face the wall Sir.”

She took my elbow, turned me to face the wall and snapped handcuffs on my wrists.  I began to panic, and turn my face to ask why I was being arrested.  Her stern facial features warned me to be quiet.

The gorgeous officer began to frisk me.  She ran her hands from my wrists, up my arms and shoulder, proceeded to the front of my chest.  Her hands went slow and squeezing my shoulders, my pecs and down my stomach.  Holy Shit was she groping me!? She gently grazed my cock and damn if my soldier didn’t respond to her.  Within two seconds, I was rock hard. Fuck!  She went down on her heels, running her hands down my legs and I felt her cheek against my ass, then she nipped my buttocks!  I would have laugh out loud if I wasn’t so damn turned on.  I just gulped, and took a deep breath.  She continued exploring my legs and back up to my bum.  Fuck me!  Her hands were between my legs, tightly squeezing my cock. I gasped and swore I heard her breathe in sharply.  I grinned because she got a handful of my rock hardness.  Her fingers continue to caress me and pinched the tip of my cock. I rested my forehead against the wall trying to breathe steady, but damn if I was breathing heavily and I groaned.  She pressed her firm breasts against my back and smelled my hair and licked my neck. I pushed back against her and smiled.  She quickly stepped back and uncuffed me.

“Thank you for your cooperation Sir.  Please be more attentive crossing the road.  I hate to see you hurt.”

She pulled down her sunglasses, peered at me and grinned at me, then tipped her hat.  She turned and walked away, whistling a Led Zeppelin tune.  I just stared after her in shock ,and then I laughed.  I walked in the opposite direction, whistled the same tune.  Cripes!  What an amazing story to share with the guys over beer tonight!

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snaxboogie:

My Halloween costume

HAHAHA! Holy Hell!  My mom and I died laughing when we saw this pic. 

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myticklishsoul:

What all three of them secretly want.

This has been your weekly edition of Subtext In Superhero Comics.

hahaha!  I love pornographic comics. :)   

(Source: fuckingcomics)

xspanked-masters-petx:

I could watch this for days…

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daddy-wolfie:

tied and blindfolded, she could do nothing but listen while Master whispered in her ear exactly what He had planned for her tonight

(Source: amphora37)

Ohhhh!!!

Ummmm…

I’m intrigued on your idea of fun and games!

Want to play a game?

hahaha! 

OK OK…

This is my idea of fun and games, but baby do you see the potential?

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spiritualbdsm:

“SM is an art. Doing it well requires more than a bag full of expensive whips and exotic electrical toys, a closet full of fetish clothes, or a basement filled with bondage furniture.” 

― Patrick Califia-Rice

Ohhh Mister!

Now I do like your ideas of fun and games! 

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