Intimacy

However - over time I’ve understood the need people have for tattoos. Moved by how we place those stories so important to our being, on our skin. We want to tell our stories and be seen maybe. Not sure -

The sound of your snoring is so comforting and a turn-on!

I love “all” of you

I want to be bothered by someone I loves snoring

Means they live ..

I agree with this statement. I don't think I am autistic as I did feel intimacy before, however due to the above observations, which I witness every single day in women, I cannot empathize with the self-serving nature of the female anymore. It really is like shouting into an echo-less cave.

Also I would like to ask any women if they are aware when moisture occurs. Does it tickle or is it like sweating?

I love your fluids.

Flip them over and read what's on the other side:

You're my 195th lover.

Please don't give me herpes.

"wow that was a big load"

“Your tractor is sexy.”

"your sister is better"

"Are you done yet, get off me"

It seems to be a game where there's an implicit an explicit promise of participation in a voluntary exchange of money and property for a promise of exclusive sexuality and affection which is usually not realized to either of the participants satisfaction..

Seems alien

You seem a little bitter about the whole thing.

I'm just having fun with it.

"$50 is a deal for this"

Vaginas are alien creatures.

Marriage or prostitution? Sometimes they are one in the same...

She must have been real prize if you ended up with custody your boys.
I suspect the body was never found.

seriously the cheesiest drawing I've ever seen

so ghey! why would you post that sappy wappy BS?

She took off and left us 4 at home, but eventually came back...Long story short, she remained involved with the kids...I never had to pay child support, but I did make "princess payments" until she got through school and got a job.

“Release the anaconda”

"I bet she could handle a telephone pole"

The healing was quick, and just like living normal life for me.

This is the aftermath.

She has earned her due, and I only wish her well.

I would feel deficient in my Honor to my children, if I were to allow another woman into my heart.

Did I not really get married to their mother?

I will respect the honorable commitment I made, that THEY see at least ONE good example of a man.

The ex remarried, still not happy, she suffers on her own terms and harvests her due.
I'm sorry.

Hope she outlives me, yet as long as she lives, my marriage to her is MY construct of Love and Dedication as example to my children of something better than the "slut-world" so heavily promoted.

A girlfriend once wore a red bandana tied up at the very top of her thigh, like "right in there" and wore it a day or two.

I peeled her jeans off and she presented me with this souvenir of her fragrance.

It WAS a very wonderful, debilitating talisman and sex majick I succumbed to willingly.


Brief is right.

Another illusion...

Well it is fun until you get disillusioned and then it becomes pointless.

Believing in female love is like believing in Santa or the easter bunny...

“I love your milkshakes”

“Drink from my well”

Of course...