xoxo

[blckelivcly]

vancityryreynolds​:

You do. It’s really the only reason why I married you. You were the only one who didn’t shame that particular fetish, but yet embraced it. Well, to be fair, I wasn’t exactly paying attention and thought you said rice cakes. So. Sticky fingers aren’t a good as a crumby face, but I’ll take it. Those little dicks! How dare they! Where do they get off? I won’t argue, we both know that’s exactly how it’ll happen. You know me well.

Who am I to shame a man’s fetish. As long as you’re not attempting to dip me into a vat of honey and lick it off of me from my toes up. The toes are off limits. I mean it only proves the theory more and more, they take after their daddy. I carry them for 40 weeks. A total of 120 weeks all together and they turn out like you. I’m demanding the next baby you find a way to carry him or her. 

[blckelivcly]

vancityryreynolds​:

Are you trying to talk dirty to me right now, is that what’s going on? Because that sounds so hot. I can picture it now, crumbs everywhere…I may have already finished just at the thought. You are their dealer, but I just appreciate you keeping it healthy for them, since we know I sure as fuck don’t. One of us needs to be the responsible dealer, glad it’s you.

Oh yeah, I know just the ways to get you off. Food porn is it for you. Though no one will be surprised that’s your kink. Excuse me, rice crispy treats do not leave crumbs! They do however support sticky fingers.... how’s that work for you? Exactly, I mean I’m eating the product, keeping them safe and healthy, and they think they have a right to look at me with their judgey little eyes? I’m sure they’ll be asking for their next fix from you anyway and we all know that means you’ll be running them to McDonalds without a second though. 

[blckelivcly]

Decided to snack on my girls rice crispy treats while they were supposed to be napping or playing quietly. Well, they weren’t, they found me shoving them full in my face...talking chewing a mostly full rice crispy bar while already opening another, and damn they’re looking at me like I got caught with my hand in the cookie jar. Don’t they know that I buy these damn treats? I’m basically their dealer.