My hand on my husband’s chest I do believe that without human touch, even a hug, we die a little… Touch can be just as good for the soul as bread is for hunger. His body is my wonderland. 🙂 Grey chest hair is so sexy and bear hugs in big arms … safety to… Continue reading
We love because it’s the only true adventure.
Break ups are hard. Torture. Soul destroying. Seldom does anyone ask, “So why you together?” but plenty are lightning fast to ask “So what happened? Why did you break up?” I never liked him anyway…. You can do better than her … Never thought you should have taken on the responsibility of her kids anyway…… Continue reading
Mom to many, wife to SirNoid. Lover of water, walks in the shade and all things purple.