Morning Muffin
So we have our own language, right? I mean, I call him Smotch. He calls me OG (Oh’g). Our various household apparatuses are given names like “the roundy-round” (our lazy… Read more »
So we have our own language, right? I mean, I call him Smotch. He calls me OG (Oh’g). Our various household apparatuses are given names like “the roundy-round” (our lazy… Read more »
We’re ridiculous m’kay? Just… Not gonna lie. *laugh* SO He’s in the kitchen looking in the fridge and he sees my grocery haul, which includes Coke bottles that are currently… Read more »
I think he just likes to be close to me — especially when I’m naked — so it comes as no surprise when, as I’m lotioning after my late-morning shower,… Read more »
I’m propped up against my pillows, buried under four layers of comfy covers, feeling cozy and reading Georgette Heyer, when he appears at my bedside. In his own uniquely amorous… Read more »