I Feel Like This Message Needs To Be Out There For Everyone.

Yes, they do!

Ultimate marriage goals, right there. Everyone bangs on about a relationship like Joker and Harley (abusive/Stockholm Syndrome) and I'm over here loving having one like Morticia and Gomez (unconditional love/respect/romance)

The Addams Family (1991) dir. Barry Sonnenfeld

And again. And again.

When I say I'm going to breed you, I don't mean I'm going to just cum inside you.

I mean I'm going to pin you down so you can't move. I'm going to shove my cock so far inside you and explode. I'm going to bite your neck and grab your hair and growl while my balls empty inside you. When I say I'm going to breed you I mean that you'll get every drop inside you.

And then I'll do it again.

Feeling the fat today. Not such a bad feeling.

Ain't that the damn truth!

#allhailcurvybutts #bigass #curvywomen #curves #curvy #thikk #ass #assworship

Some notes I made, last night, for a review video, coming in the next couple of weeks...

Stay tuned.

For the Fallen

BY LAURENCE BINYON

With proud thanksgiving, a mother for her children,

England mourns for her dead across the sea.

Flesh of her flesh they were, spirit of her spirit,

Fallen in the cause of the free.

Solemn the drums thrill; Death august and royal 

Sings sorrow up into immortal spheres,

There is music in the midst of desolation

And a glory that shines upon our tears.

They went with songs to the battle, they were young,

Straight of limb, true of eye, steady and aglow.

They were staunch to the end against odds uncounted;

They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old, as we that are left grow old: 

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning

We will remember them.

They mingle not with their laughing comrades again; 

They sit no more at familiar tables of home;

They have no lot in our labour of the day-time;

They sleep beyond England's foam.

But where our desires are and our hopes profound, 

Felt as a well-spring that is hidden from sight,

To the innermost heart of their own land they are known

As the stars are known to the Night;

As the stars that shall be bright when we are dust, 

Moving in marches upon the heavenly plain;

As the stars that are starry in the time of our darkness, 

To the end, to the end, they remain.

Source: The London Times (1914)

#remembrance

do you post you and your girl often?

I do not. Aside from my profile picture, I tend to keep my wife out of my blog. Since it's not about her or our relationship.

Or cwtchy, to put a Welsh spin on it.😉

Reblog if you're a cuddler.