And , where are your essential oils. I will put some ylang-ylang on them.
Let's fuck when you get home.
Well after singing the beethoven 9th, then packing, then shopping, driving 5 hours, and unloading the car.
Probably not.
But first let's explore the fact that said husband has never washed the sheets nor made the bed in 15 years of marriage.
So what was said husband up to when I was gone?
Who knows, who gives a fuck.
I love that feeling when the energy from the audience flows up to the stage and almost knocks you over.
Yes, it is a real thing. When I come to town I am reminded of how being alone affects me.
Of freedom, not the horror of the process.
Just visualizing a house, freedom, alone to create a life without being owned.
Has anyone done this?
Supported by Wasilla residents, this candidate is conservative, very right wing.
But this add is a bit confusing for me.
Him inside me. How can such a simple act be so powerful in making a woman feel so confident, secure in who she is as a person, a being.
Thank you....
I popped into chat, thank goodness Sassy was there.
I could chit-chat while I waited for him to pass.
It was always a long day till I could see his truck go by. Not knowing ....knowing he would pass without a word.
I sat in the chair I had loved him in, then I heard something.
I looked out to see his truck in the driveway.
"SD is here brb" I typed quickly.
I rushes to the door. He was not expecting me to open it.
"May I use your bathroom? I only stopped for that"
It seemed odd as there were so many places to do that , pull outs.
I said yes.
I went back to the sitting room. When he came out he asked about my posts on facebook, and what was happening.
He had meant to ask his boss but it slipped his mind.
I said a couple were interested in the lodge and would see it for a walk through.
He seemed taken a back that someone new would be here. But ok as well. Where is your other half? He said.
At work.
He said his wife was moving out, to the lower 48.
Some other details of their split.
I said I understood, and that it was painful to divorce.
I was not looking forward to it myself.
I was standing by the new couch. He walked behind me. And pulled me close.
He said he hadn't come here for this. I could feel him getting hard as reached around and undid my pants.
He undid his pants as I sunk down in front of him taking him in my mouth.
He took off his coat he was layered for the cold.
We stretched out on the couch he came on top of me. It didn't last long, but was so good to hold and touch him.
"Thank you" I said to him, thank you thank you. ....
We talked intimately, he then rose to go.
We kissed. Kissed again.
"When can I see you again? " he said. we calculated the days. "I hope I don't forget"
Please don't I said.
He walked to the middle of the house and looked around, then up. It wasn't until latter I knew he was looking at the window. I had them made with in mind. Forgot me nots.
He remembered.
When you can't say I love you, when there are no anniversary, no songs, nothing, here there is a window. That will always be.
I walked him to the door. He said next time he will stay the night, fuck me all night, be in the hot tub with me....I said yes.....as I always do. Knowing his words are only a hope...a dream.
We had never spent the night.
" kiss me again. ....please.
Then he was gone.
Doing inventory
Fireplace room
Wood saddle leather chairs 1940's
New couch
Rug
Coffee table 1940's.
Fireplace
This is the original room, the historic beginning.
What a privilege to have owned it
My back hurts, and it is spring break. We have snow, the only place close to snow anyway. So lots of skiers.
Some winter hunters.
I feel like crap.
The truck driver passed...but I haven't seen him naked in seven months.
He messaged me a few days ago.
"Wish I were in your bed"
It's been a dark cold winter.
Empty
Eggplant, basil, tomato, garlic, cheeses. On a bed of rice noodles. Salad.
Food and cooking are so much better with the husband gone. No critical remarks. Food flung in the trash.
It usually takes about a month. I am up to the kitchen, so another few weeks to go. The hardest part is get the husband to pull the grease thing above the grill.
Got a private message from the truck driver..... I remember that bed, wish I were in it right now.....
Me too.
At least he is still interested.
