#longtimelove

[hobbiesandbodies]

This is exactly why I’m the happiest little girl around. Daddy never takes me for granted and loves and supports me every day. I hope I can make him as happy and feel as loved as he’s made me 💕

[adellestoll-blog]

Long Pebble necklace with handcrafted brass beads. This was the first pic that I loved of this necklace. Revisiting early days on this my 19th anniversary to the best human I know. Have an amazing Sunday everyone. #longtimelove #redleather #leathernecklace #leatherjewelry #brassbeads #arttowear #smallbiz #creativebusiness #shoplocal #brickandmortar #womeninbiz #supportwomeninbiz #sonomacountybusiness #makers #femalefounders #fallfashion #fallstyle #modernstyle (at Adelle Stoll) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bopkg2Jg1Yk/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=uj5xk8mnvswa

[purrplefoxx]

Sometimes it can be challenging but look past his behaviour and try to understand it. Men react differently than women when under stress. Some close up, some get angry but I remember that under it all is the man I fell in love with. I'll try to help him before I hurt him. #RealLove #LongTimeLove #SupportEachOther

[destropismes]

jtm trop 💐 #ml #longtimelove #anonymous #plantmask #hallo #halloweencostume #aloeveraandus #sundayinberlin #sweaty #lovely

[sleepybluehaze]

Just between you and me

Not long after I finished up writing here and laid down about to sleep, I heard facebook messenger ding. Curious, I looked, and it was JM. I ask how he's doing and he says he's not ready to sleep. Do I want to get high? Absolutely. He's on his way over. I'm hoping I could be of comfort in his hard time although I also needed comfort. I knew where it was probably going to lead. And I also knew I could not sleep with him. If it went wrong, it would go really wrong. I can't chance it. But I want to comfort him. And I want his comfort. More than anything I could use to stop myself from letting this happen.

It was late when he came. After midnight. His face was tired, eyes were puffy and red. He still had on the t shirt with his brother's smiling face on, in loving memory. The whole day had been filled with memories of growing up. Innocence, fun, heartbreak, love and loss. A rollercoaster.

We smoked and I shared with him the best of what I had. We caught up. He told me about what's been up with him, his family. I did the same. We laughed about the passed. He confided in me some very deep stuff.

It's getting later, but we're just getting more comfortable. Weed is kicking in, alcohol on his part. We are so natural in each other's arms, my head is on his chest, his arm is around me. We lay that way, but the embrace is strong. We need each other. Again.

And then we begin the slow and sometimes frantic reintroduction of bodies. We've met like this before, many times. We've joined every inch together already. Our bodies ache to be reacquainted.

Kisses are deep as caresses are strong, but gentle, he's always gentle with me. He is sweating and it's dripping down my body, every time he tries to take off my pants, I stop him. But our bodies are in position, pressed up, legs spread, up high. Kisses every where his mouth and hands follow the curves between my legs, with my pants as a barrier. I want to tell him, but I'm too afraid this will stop or even worse be the very last time in life he reaches out, that he will literally be done with me. My pants cover my shame, a barrier he doesn't understand.

He begs me to let him make love to me like before, he pleads. In a raspy whisper that turns to a frustrated request. My body is pressed up close like when we were twelve years old, just beginning to explore each other. I want him I'm so wet and hot and I can't let him go. Even if I told him and he accepted, I'd be too afraid he'd get it and pass it on and then she'd know he cheated and what if they found out it was me and yeah, terrible. I'd be ostracized. He knows my fear.

But tears run down my face the crazed emotions bombarding me every which way. We are passionate and then we rest. He rubs my back and I rub his head, I've memorized the feeling of his hair between my fingers. We are so close, squeezing embraces. Close is not close enough. Comfort on the most primal level.

He finally quits the attempts to get my pants off, he surrenders himself, a ball of emotions just about deflated. I take this time to trace my tongue along his body and his breathing increases. I unzip his pants and my mouth and tongue dance on his once again, hard dick. It takes less than two minutes for him to cum with intensity. As soon as I taste it I suck hard like D says guys like. By the sound of it, it was a good thing to do.

Afterwards we cuddled and then he left out my backdoor. My head has been dancing with the memory and what just occurred. Mixed with emotions, but craving more.

[ellegentfreefallingversez-blog]

a million possible words sit on the edge of our brains we just have to take a chance and lay them bare coz i dare to bare all of myself through my work through thick or thin i will keep aiming to jut make a stand in the world of lyrics and verses to one and all who take the timeto check my creations out many thanks indeed J.W.D #freshverses #alittlededicationgoesalongway #creativevisualscollective #freshoutofthepan #hothitups #longtimelove