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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 »
“I can show you the world.” — Aladdin She calls him Aladdin. My sister — who is dating, though somewhat half-heartedly, post-divorce — is seeing (was seeing? who knows; I’m… Read more »
Under the warm covers, my cool fingertips caressed his bare tummy, unwittingly eliciting a bark of laughter. The tickle was unintentional, but I love to hear him laugh (and I… Read more »
I’m not big on sexting. (My fingers would rather be stroking my kitty than my qwerty.) My friends (lower case = platonic), however, are always well aware when the Missus has… Read more »