tomyhusband: I will pretend that the skid marks in your boxer briefs are a sign that we’ve achieved ultimate intimacy, and you can pretend that the period stains in my panties are Rorschach tests.
tomyhusband: If we’re out together and a stranger makes inappropriate sexual advances toward me, please don’t hit him. I’d prefer that the two of you avoided fisticuffs and instead worked through your disagreement via a freestyle rap battle.
tomyhusband: If I’m seducing you & my underwear is anything other than cotton, pretend it’s awesome. Even if it has arbitrary bows you don’t understand. Keep in mind this little ego-boost of mine cost about thirty-six times more than your twelve pack, so for the sake of your blow job, just fucking humor me.
If you can
tomyhusband: make a sauce from scratch, your entire prep time will be comprised me of wanting to fuck you.
Our Own Spaces
tomyhusband: If you can afford us a home with a “den”, sure, babe, it’s yours. But don’t think for a second I’m not going to throw down some cash to spring for my “drawing room”. Yeah, no shit, I don’t draw. And you’re not a fucking bear. Doesn’t mean we both don’t need our own spaces to get drunk and watch porn.
Don't ever stop
tomyhusband: calling me “the most beautiful girl you’ve ever seen”. It may or may not be true, but even when we’re old and our private parts aren’t working anymore, I’ll never get tired of hearing that I turn your viagra on and that I’m your only gal. It’s one of the many reasons why I married you.
Mighty To Save: Something to think about -The... →
mighty2save: Anybody who has several sexual partners in a year is committing spiritual suicide. He or she is ripping the veil from all that is private and delicate in oneself, and pulverizing it in an assembly line of selfish sensations. But marriage is the opposite. Marriage joins two people in a sacred bond. It demands that they make an exclusive commitment to each other and...