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After been living half of my life (ehe) I have experienced them both. Both good and bad one’s but when do you know which ones are which? I have a rule or it’s actually called "The golden rule" a bible verse Matthew 7:2
I took his cock into my mouth again, softly licking the length of it, up and down and not putting too much pressure. I pushed his legs further apart and took his cock in one hand as I licked his balls and taint.
Living a Smartphone-less Life: Most of us have seen Netflix’s The Social Dilemma, so I will spare the lecture on why you should say goodbye to your smartphone. There is something up though – how can it be that despite a general awareness of their negative effects, smartphones continue to mindlessly consume our lives? Of course, this question may seem as useless as asking why a smoker doesn’t ‘just quit smoking’. Yet, there appears to be an illusion that, in today’s world, you can’t get by without one. Having spent half a year with my £1 MobiWire, I intend to dispel this myth. Think of smartphones as like your crazy ex – when you’re with them you think you rely on them, but as soon as they’re gone, you realise you didn’t need them after all. Here are all the aspects of a smartphone that you most definitely can live without.:
After six years together, Ophelia and I are parting ways. They tell me it is what is best for her, but how can it be best when she will never know love again? Never know the security of being protected and cared for. From this point forward, she will be on her own, defenseless against the elements. I shall never again serve as her protector and provider. Never again will I bring her the frogs, lizards, and small rodents I catch in the meadow behind my house. She must take responsibility for her own survival now. I don’t think she’s much of a hunter. I spoiled her by catering to her needs. The mice stopped coming into the barn shortly after she moved in, so there is really nothing she can hunt. She must leave the safety of her little hideaway, and I must let her go.
We left the bar and went back to his place. Our chemistry electric. He grabbed a bottle of red wine and sat on the bed, signaling for me to join him. I sat on his lap and he tilted my chin up, laying my head back to feed me from right out of the bottle. A little leaks out of the corner of my lips and he quickly holds me firm and licks it all up, slowly. He kisses me passionately growing more intense and then grips my hair hard. He uses his grip to hold me in place and then uses his other hand to feel my body. He squeezes my breasts, moving down between my legs.
The Purpose Of This Story Some of you may be reading the title of this site, with a variety of thoughts coming in your head. Whether they be good thoughts, bad thoughts, negative, curious... I am going to tell a story of a period of my life that may bring you to tears, make you smile, or both.
"I don't know, Alex," Ibis said, crinkling her nose in frustration, fingers tightening around the phone at her ear, "I think Richard's having an affair. This is the fifth night in a row he's had to work late."
*For the people I'll talk about in this article, I'll be using they/them/theirs in order to keep their identity private and also honoring their preferred gender pronouns, just in case.