*sighs* we are moving... to a bigger place, since we're having a baby 😊
Anyway, this man won't let me do anything, like don't bend over, don't reach, don't lift this, don't push that 😩 and somehow I'm exhausted but the moving people are coming tomorrow and hopefully by the time I'm out of work around noon everything is going to be at our new place, I'm so happy cause the apartment complex we currently live in has been a nightmare. A year and a half long nightmare. 😒
I went to this ice cream place where they have coffee flavor soft serve and it's so smooth and tastes so good.
They didn't have it today, they had it last week but not today, today they had coconut and pistachio because they switch the flavors every two weeks or so.
I'm not gonna lie I cried a little, they always have the regular chocolate and vanilla though so I ordered chocolate, it was good but it was not coffee.☹️
I stopped at that ice cream place again yesterday and of course they still don't have coffee soft serve, but I asked for orange creamy dreamy or something like that and the lady gave me mango, they were next to each other, I cried a little and gave it to my man and told him it wasn't orange so I didn't want it, he had to tell the lady and she gave me orange, I asked for a cone with chocolate and peanuts around the top and the pieces of peanut kept falling so I cried again. Idk what's wrong with me
I went to this ice cream place where they have coffee flavor soft serve and it's so smooth and tastes so good.
They didn't have it today, they had it last week but not today, today they had coconut and pistachio because they switch the flavors every two weeks or so.
I'm not gonna lie I cried a little, they always have the regular chocolate and vanilla though so I ordered chocolate, it was good but it was not coffee.☹️
I stopped at that ice cream place again yesterday and of course they still don't have coffee soft serve, but I asked for orange creamy dreamy or something like that and the lady gave me mango, they were next to each other, I cried a little and gave it to my man and told him it wasn't orange so I didn't want it, he had to tell the lady and she gave me orange, I asked for a cone with chocolate and peanuts around the top and the pieces of peanut kept falling so I cried again. Idk what's wrong with me
I went to this ice cream place where they have coffee flavor soft serve and it's so smooth and tastes so good.
They didn't have it today, they had it last week but not today, today they had coconut and pistachio because they switch the flavors every two weeks or so.
I'm not gonna lie I cried a little, they always have the regular chocolate and vanilla though so I ordered chocolate, it was good but it was not coffee.☹️
I had the 20 week anatomy scan in the morning, then went out for lunch with the in-laws, then went baby clothes shopping, eat something else at an Argentinian place, made it home around 6 pm, I took Luna out for a walk and took a little nap around 7, I just woke up, it's midnight 😁
I didn't wash my work clothes and I work from 9 to 6 tomorrow 🥲
CW: rough sex, breath play, power play, slapping, squirting—the whole thing. Hints of piss kink don't look at me. This is like 20 words I want to write but I don't have the brainpower to do it
Simon gets a little mean during sex, sometimes.
Not as often as you'd like him to, unfortunately. He's more comfortable when he handles you delicately, and it took you ages to make him realise that you're not as fragile as he thinks.
So, while still scarcely, you're occasionally granted the gorgeous sight of him losing control of his urges.
Needless to say, you're over-fucking-joyed when you hear his sighs turn into groans and his caresses harden into slaps. In fact, you're over the goddamn moon when you feel his hands flip you over, chest flattened to the bed.
A big hand fists your hair and pushes your face into the pillow—because he is a little into breath play every once in a while, even if he tries to mask it on his good days.
But you can read him better than he thinks.
He likes his chest against your back. Likes the feeling of you squirming beneath his weight when his arm snakes to your belly, sandwiched between your skin and the duvet.
Loves it when you push back your hips to meet his thrusts. When you groan into the pillow as he flicks his fingers over your clit—over and over and over, until your moans grow breathy, lost in linen and spit.
You know his eyes roll to the back of his head when you come around him. When he feels the rhythmic pulse of your cunt as it tightens, threatening to push him out—but he's stubborn, isn't he?
He keeps fucking you until your orgasm turns wetter and splashes his cock with every thrust of his hips. A pool on the bedsheets that sticks uncomfortably to your skin, soaking through and spreading wide.
Only then does he lift your face off the pillow with a harsh tug of your hair.
Your scalp stings. Drool down your lips and smeared on fabric, cheeks ripe with air now that you're finally breathing it. Oxygen burns your lungs—the most delicious ache in your chest.
His mouth is next to your ear, hot and lascivious. You can feel his derisive smile push against your cheek, his wet kiss landing open on it.
"Feel so good tha' ya pissed yerself, eh?"
You know he loves the wicked grin that lazily spreads across your face. Loves the cheeky glance you send him from the sidelines as he keeps your head stuck in place with a fistful of hair.
Shame he won't see it for long, he thinks, as he pushes your face into the pillow again.
I got blood work done this morning, they took 14, FOURTEEN tubes of blood, I was fasting I thought I was gonna pass out.
Then I had to go to work in the afternoon and there was a party, loud music, lots of people talking all at once and I had a headache since I left the lab.
I'm glad I'm home, my tummy is full, I took a long shower and now I'm in bed ready to call it a day 🥹
Me as a passenger princess taking a second to look out the window: sees a lady with a dog on a stroller and another lady with a poop bag in her hand desperately looking for said dog's poop, while a man sits on the sidewalk eating a bag of Cheetos with his bike resting against a tree, then another man walks by with his dog, the dog gets scared with the bike and the man sitting throws Cheetos to the dog, the lady looking for the poop couldn't find it so she shoves the bag on her pocket and runs away like a fugitive.
I probably went down the rabbit hole trying to figure out how Johnny's accent would say that one line and I never got back to it 🤷🏻♀️ this is why I gave up writing, I have a whole lot of these half written stuff on my drafts 🥲
I stopped at target real quick and I couldn't help myself I had to buy baby clothes, I don't even know my baby's gender but I bought these cute gender neutral outfits and they're so cute I can't 😭🥰
