ice cream tastes so much better after sex for some reason. 3am incredible sex with my bf for an hour and a half. the absolute best orgasm of my life (+ 3 other ones) and some of the best feelings of my life. I love this man so much. now just sitting in bed, eating a smartie blizzard cuz I can't sleep.
I love being made to act like a dirty girl,really turns me on. I get so wet when I wear no knickers and a short skirt when I'm on the bus going to work. The thought anyone can see my pussy is amazing.I also like being spanked by my friend (girl),she is rough with me which I love and she sometimes sends the video of her spanking me to people in my phone book.I often play with myself while reading the naughty replies
so last night my little brother broke up with his girlfriend. He found a new girl not as cute as his last. My brother is 17 his ex is 16 his current girlfriend is 19. I saw his ex girlfriend crying walking away from the apartment. I walked up to her asked her what's wrong. so she told me, I told while she was sitting on my lap as I was holding her. you don't deserve to be treated like that you deserve better. she just was crying so I picked her up an sat her down in my car. an I drove her home, as we arrived at her house. she said I'm not ready to go home. so I told her alright let's go out. let's have some fun. I took her to the movies, to go eat, an we had ice cream. when we were in the car. she leaned over an kissed me an grabbed my dick. I just let her do it. I know I'm 12 years older then her. I don't care about age. I kept kissing her holding her. I told her I would love to see her again. she told me she wants to. so I drove her home. kissed her good night. an told her maybe we can get together in bed. she said we'll see. two months later, I got her pregnant best day of my life.
My brother is about to get married. During her bachelorette party she called me to pick her up. because she was really drunk. she started to tell me about. her feelings I just agreed with everything. then she started to hug me kiss me. I just let it all happen cause I loved her as well. I fucked her that night we woke up together.
I'm afraid he wants to break up with me.
I'm mad that I'm still not entirely over my ex from a year ago but people like my sister break up with their partners, cry for 10 minutes, then they're totally back to normal and hooking up with a Tinder date that night. I don't want to move on that fast, I think that's wrong and irresponsible. But I wish I could move on at all. I don't even want to be with him anymore and I'm still physically affected by his presence. His scent makes my heart race, his touch makes me melt. I'm still in love with him, but certain aspects of why we broke up are still issues, so I don't want to date him again. I just wish I could stop loving him.
My mother never really spend quality time with my brother and I when we were kids. She's always busy with work and always have a night out with friends. It's always my dad who took care of us. And my dad was okay with it because he doesn't like going out much. He likes to stay home. I know my mom loves us and she's always been a sweet mother and gives us affection we needed but not the care my dad did for us. My mom can't really cook, she don't give us baths, not the typical mother stuff. She just goes home and gives us affection which is nice. Now, we moved to a different country and life changes to all of us. Now she has to learn to cook and do what typical mothers do. And it's the US which basically, social life is different. My mom have lesser circle of friends and after work, she goes home, same as my dad. My brother and I grow up and we started wanting to live choices for ourselves. The idea of family being always together is almost gone because everyone is busy with work and studies. On my birthday, my brother couldn't come because he has work (he decided to come the next day with my friends). It saddens my mom because she wanted birthdays, christmas, and new year to be a complete family. But sometimes it's so hard to make her understand that we are growing. It's not the time anymore where she can cook for us and do the taking care because we are grown ups. Sometimes, I feel like, it saddens her because all the things she does now are the things she wants to make up for during those times when we were younger and living in a different country. Those times she probably never realize how her family should matter more than her friends. I feel bad not tasting her cooking sometimes or when I can't come on certain occasions because I have work. I know I will barely see my mom soon I move out but I want to cherish that moment with her. At least still appreciate the realization and changes she did for herself to us. But it's hard because now that it's kinda too late for her to be the mom she wanted, that's when she decided to be a mom to us. I have a boyfriend and she can't understand why I wanted to go away someday with him. My brother wants to buy a house and she can't understand why. For her it felt like we were a bunch of little kids running around. And now we are young adults having two jobs, in college, and doing our own thing. And she's pretty demanding and I hated it most often but I can't do anything about it because she was never really a caring mom to us. Always busy. But I love her very much and I never forget the affection she gave us still. But one thing I learned is that, before it's too late, I do wanted to give the most care I should do for my kids before they grow up. It's a title of being a mom after all.
I have a very rough past. I had so much things that happened that sometimes beyond what a child should even experience. They traumatized me as I grew always melancholic. But as what everyone said, I have a choice to make it better. It was hard because it seemed that you can't get out of it but I made it. I ended up not carrying my past. I was free from it. Then I met my boyfriend. He had an okay child hood. He tells me cute little things about his past and I love listening to them. But when its my turn, I have hard time because somehow all I remember was an awful past. And I rather not say anything than make up a lie and share that to him. I don't like sharing my past because that might make him sad. And I love to see him smile. And plus I don't like carrying baggage and sharing my past sounded like a baggage.
Loving two men is not easy. One of the men, is my husband of 18 years and we've been a couple for 20. I love him and can't imagine life without him. The other man is my junior high sweetheart. First boy I ever kissed. First boy I let feel my boobs or touch my sex. I love both of these men for completely different reasons. Of these two men, I've only had sex with hubby. I want a polyamorous life with both of them. Hubby already has his side piece. it's time for me to have mine.
He says he love me yet his actions dont prove it . He doesnt care like before and I have to always put more efforts. Anytime I try to bring it up he makes it look like its my fault and make me feel bad abt it