I smiled, thinking to myself that I was the last person on Earth he needed to tell that to. He continued. "And fuck, were you ever a good fuck. I've never been with someone like you before this. I've fucked a couple of guys here are there, but they don’t have you shit on you. I can’t believe you never took it up the ass before me, are you sure you haven’t".
When we arrived at the house, I stood there for about five seconds before knocking on the door. They didn’t answer at first, so I knocked again, harder, and then saw the handle start to move. My stomach filled with butterflies as I watched the door slowly open. The face that greeted was one of a two year old, and as I looked up I saw her father standing over her.
I wish Joey would fight for me...if he loves me, he will fight for me, right? No...Joey will never fight for me or make the marriage work. In his heart, he believes that our marriage is over when our baby died...he is the most stubborn man I had ever met. Instead of saying that we are too incompatible, and if our baby survives...why can't he and I just forget the damn past and make the marriage work? Why can't he and I try again for another baby? Why must he makes it so damn hard for the both of us? Why is he so damned stubborn? Why?! Damn...I will never understand and I don't want to...maybe I should just move on and find someone who truly value me and never give up on me like he did...
Its is 1914 and joey a farm horse sold the the army and thrust into the midst of world war one. Into the western front when he is dragged away from his owner Albert his heart aches will he find him. Albert said they will meet again
He ghosted his lips down your centre at a slow, extricating pace. You felt his breath on you, making your chest heave and you craving for him increased. Bucky spread your legs, grabbing you by the hips, he pulled you closer to his face. With his right hand, he began stroking you, softly with his knuckles. You wanted more. Your hips moved and Bucky took that as his cue to remove your last garment of clothing. Hooking his fingers underneath the lace, he pulled the panties off, discarding them along with the bra.
I haven’t been able to sleep for the past month. I hear my door creak and I look at the door. I see someone open the door very slowly before coming in. I look to see Maria tiptoeing into my room. “What are you doing?” I ask “You know your mom would kill me if she saw us.”
Once there was a little bear named Henry Jerry Berry who lived with his momma and daddy, Mr. and Mrs. Berry. Now Henry, being a young bear, had a hard time when it came to telling the truth.