Same Time Next Year

by Tessa Bailey

My husband is ripped to shreds. And thick with it. Uhh. Daddy? questions my brain.

Ummm yesss😩

But I’m definitely not looking at the laces of his hockey pants and wondering how fast he could get them undone. I’m absolutely not doing that.

We love a delusional girly

“No, I don’t agree with that. You can’t forgo the risk when the potential reward is so great. That’s why people do it. Fall in love and get married. Because if you get it right, you end up with forty pictures on your wall of the same woman. You have a person.”

Sumner is a different breed.

He got that dog in em 😭

Can you not see that I’m starving to death for you? Can’t you tell I missed you so horribly that my family couldn’t even make me smile?

“You don’t have to stop me from looking at anyone but you, because I don’t want to look in the first place. Put parental controls on my phone, my laptop, block porn sites. Track my location. Lock my dick in a cage. I’ll do whatever it takes to make you realize I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying right here. I’ll make you feel secure until you realize it’s only ever going to be you.”