I was telling Michael that sometimes I feel like I’m a waste of his time and he rolled over and said, “How could you be wasting my time? You’re here with me!” so I told him that it’s because that’s basically how I always feel and he said, “Aw. You’re not a waste of my time. You’re not a waste of anything.” and I can’t explain why, but I was instantaneously sobbing. Why does my brain work this way?

♥ I love him so much!

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Psst…I just gave her belly rubs for about ten minutes until she fell asleep for a food coma nap. :D She’s so cute and sleepy…and full of food. @_@

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A large pepperoni pizza, a 16 inch sub, fried pickles, and brownies. I am so ready for this :3

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm
mmmmmmmmm….mmmmm, so good.

Imagine the best orgasm you ever had

Then multiply it by 50

Then multiply that by 50

Now have it roughly 60 times in 20 minutes.

I don’t have a brain anymore. It’s made of orgasm. I know what the meaning of bliss is now :3

And yes. I said puddle for a reason.

But there had already been belly play in the last four hours. Why won’t my libido just go away? -_-

When he gives you so many orgasms you get a headache from them. :3