#mmMmMmmM he so Yummy

[seraphdreams]

I don’t need a “”man”” I need toxic ex bf gojo who threatens other potential partners and doesn’t let other men near you and drags you away from your friends bc they’re getting more attention than he is and “”just so happens”” to be at the clubs you’re at with your friends (btw where are you going dressed like that sweetheart?? Trying to entice other men?? Silly you, now you’re getting fucked in the backseat of his car and he’s not gonna let you cum until you tell him you love him)

the thing with satoru is that he’s cocky — he fucking knows what his dick does to you , and the way you try sooo hard to deny that fact . . drooling all over the seats as he miraculously has you face down ass up in the backseat, his large frame hovering over you while he circles at your clit (like he used to when you’d both cuddled together) . . . you have to miss him, why else would you go out of your way to try and impress someone else if not to get back at your annoying ex? the sensation of the pads of his fingers tapping lightly against your clit while he’s shallowly fucking you with just the tip, has you whining . . begging . .

a sweet cacophony of “‘toru, please.” , “it’s not enough.” , “lemme cum, daddy.” have him smug as fucking ever . . look at you, only wanting to cum instead of revealing your true feelings towards him — of course, you loved him. who wouldn’t? but you’re in a battle of pride and your heart is set on winning.

oh, how he’d lean down and press soft kisses on your sensitive neck (just as he did when he was trying to butter you up the first time you caught him cheating). maybe you should’ve let him go then, yet in the back of your mind your only thought was no one else could fuck you like satoru gojo could.

so perhaps you do love him. perhaps you let the word slip, but undoubtedly so, he’s slipping the tip completely in and giving you exactly what you want — to squirt all over his cock n go dumb from the pleasure.

#this was way longer and way more cinematic than i intended #oh well !! #ex boyfie gojo is just so yummy #especially when you constantly remind him that you’re done #you’re never done with him and you can keep saying it until you believe it #cause god knows HE doesn’t #or you can give into him just one more time and show you why he’s hooked #mmmmmmmm #seraph.replies! #seraph.ohimsummer! #.thirsts’ #gojo smut #gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #satoru gojo smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut

[ballscrimpslittlepissprincess]

ballsack the third just tried to kill my dog so now we’re eating him as lasanga tonight

#so yummy #yummy yum yum #yummyinmytummy #truly scrumptious #he looks scrumptious #mmmmmmmm #augh #mmmm #this is so #guh #hhhh

[valkyrayn]

hey its me the anon from before lolz 💀

anyway HAVE YOU S E E N LUKES SECOND BIRTHDAY CARD???? I JUST FINISHED READING THE STORY AND I 😳😳 LIKE HE'S SO MMMMM YUMMY AND WE GET TO SEE A DARKER SIDE OF HIM SO YK WHAT THAT MEANS :) LIKE FOR THE MAJORITY OF THE CARD HIS EYES ARE ALL DARK AND HOT AND ONE OF HIS LINES IS LITERALLY

*spoilers?? idk*

"Come. Loosen my tie for me." WHICH WAS SO HOT TO ME FOR LITERALLY NO REASON????? AND HE'S LIKE JEALOUS AND SO MMMMMMMM

thoughts are being thunk and no they are not holy in the slightest

NOOO SADLY I DO NOT HAVE THE CARD 😭😭 AND I REALLY WANTED TO PULL FOR IT BUT I HAD LIKE 3K SCHIPS 😞

BUT GODDDDD YESSSSS i love how we get to see dark raven luke in that card. raven luke makes my coochie throb ngl. there’s just something about him being all dark and intimidating that makes me go dhdhksks.

and OMG HE SAID THAT??? FILTHY THOUGHTS ARE BEING THUNK. so demanding mmmmmmyesss. i’ll do more than just loosen his tie. god that’s so hot of him i’m definitely gonna try to pull for it when it reruns. ITS A NEED

#anon #brainrot

[piratecrew]

he looks like the type of guy to say mmmmMMMM so yummy!!! when he eats something

#hammah.txt

[taichouu]

I humbly request a giyuu or sanemi

I was generous with his hairline this time, but next time I may not be so merciful.

#tai talks #sanemi shinazugawa #kny #demon slayer #coffee break #kny sanemi #sansthepacifist #mutuals! #holy shit. This turned out GOOD #He is SOOOO MMMMMMMM Yummy oof #im immune to the white haired anime men unless they have face scars. who would have thought #Sanemi baby you're so cute stop FROWNING #This was a little messy but i hope it brings u at least a little joy my friend

[thotvengers]

Hey mutuals, stop with the "gabby stop" or "gabby delete this" or "gabby im blocking you" on my oscar isaac feet positivity posts. His feet are valid and they deserve a good sucking. Accept it

#suck on his toes mmmmm #his half haired feet #mmmmmmmm #oscar isaac #yummy #john boyega is so lucky ): #he got to suck on his toes

[jaunes-erotic-world]

Nora keeps teasing Jaune with her ass, but is surprised when he lifts up her skirt and fucks her bubbly ass right in the middle of their classroom

7:00 am

Jaune yawned loudly stretching as he woke up he rubbed his eyes of his blurry vision and was met with with the sight of two large pale skinned bouncy spheres shaking slowly and hypnotically side to side as a pink thong was pulled up between them.

Nora looked behind her at her shell shocked leader, "Morning Jauney"

7:30 am

"Mmmmmmmm so yummy I love pancakes," Nora said stuffing another large forkful into her mouth,her hips wiggling in delight.

Jaune's face was bright red and he held back moans and grunts.

"What's the matter fearless leader, Hungry," Nora said as she continued to shake her hips side to side but also pushing her behind back further as she continued to eat from the comfort of Jaune's lap.

10:42 am

Jaune's nerves were fraid the entire day so far had been full of Nora's big bubble butt teasing him more and more. And he couldn't take it anymore. Nora bent across the desk to grab a handout and with her skirt riding up and thong invisible disappeared into the cleft of her ass the final thread snapped.

Jaune flipped the ginger's skirt and tore off her thong and rammed his cock into the girl's asshole. Surprise, pain and pleasure crescendoed into a massive silent scream as Jaune plowed the short stack in her tight rectum. Some nearby students noticed and watched others tried their best to look away but they couldn't stop themselves from looking the sodomy being performed.

[rosieannat-blog]

Police officer spanking

I’ve always loved a man in uniform especially police officer and I’m very drawn to cowboys too. Tight jeans, boots and a Stetson hat....yummy! Add to both of these a stern guy wanting to take across his knee and I’m in heaven. I had mentioned both of these to James. I felt he should join in the fun of dress up too.

So one evening James had asked me to come to his at seven sharp with skirt and suspenders on. I knew where this was heading so I took care to wear my whitest sexiest slip of knickers I owned. They were full at the front but high at the back showing lots of cheek. Along with a short black skirt, frilly suspender belt and stockings I was ready.

He opened the door dressed in a cops outfit. Black trousers, white shirt, tie and an officers hat on his head. Round his middle he wore a belt with handcuffs and a truncheon hanging from it. Mmmmmmmmmm he looked so hot. My breathing quickened straight away on seeing him and my heart started to race.

“So young lady, you finally came to accept your punishment.” Mmmmmmmm not only looking sexy but stern too. A thrill swept thru me and my hands became damp.

“Come on in.” I follow his order and make my way inside. He has the table in the corner set up with implements set out. There’s a leather paddle, a love heart shaped wooden one and a cane. I grimace at that, I’m still not sure about canes but James loves them so I have conceded to try it.

In the middle of the room stands a chair, waiting and I giggle with joy.

“Giggling young lady?” James questions me. “I think maybe you haven’t realised what’s going to happen here.”

Oh I do James, I do!

“I’m here to be punished for being caught shoplifting again.” I say jauntily. “So, where’s the ticket? Or fine or whatever? Hurry because I have plans.” I’m cheeky as I sway my hips in front of him.

“Ticket? Fine or whatever? You young lady are in for a lot more that either of those things!” James rebukes me crossly. “And the only plans you have tonight are right here with me!”

“Just get it over with will you?” I sulk folding my arms across my chest, my lips pouting.

“It seems to me you are a very naughty little girl.” James crosses his arms too. “I will have to be stricter than I thought.”

“Yeah yeah, just hurry up will you?” I retort irritably.

Ok my girl, I will.” James smiles and grabbing me he pulls me towards the chair and in seconds has me facedown over his lap. He starts to spank me crossly over my skirt.

“What.....what do you thing you’re doing?” I splutter feigning both surprise and anger. “How dare you?”

“What I’m doing my girl is giving you a good old fashioned spanking which by the way you richly deserve!” He’s still spanking me as he chastises me. “ and I very much dare little girl.”

“I’m not a little girl,” I reach my hands back trying to cover my butt. “I’m a grown woman and you can’t do this to me! You’re a....a pig!” I yell at him naughtily, kicking my heels and fighting him with my hands.

“So you want to do this the hard way do you?” He asks as he roughly pulls my legs under his, shoving my face so close to the floor my hair dragged.

“I don’t want to do this at all you sick pervert!” I scream furiously, throwing myself into full on brat.

“Calling me names? Well you don’t learn, do you?”

By now he had my legs securely fastened and with a quick snap he pulls his handcuffs off his belt and pins my wrists at my lower back. He then lifts up my skirt showing my bright white knickers and he continues to spank.

“Ow! You can’t do this! Ouch! You big bully pig!” I scream and yell as he blisters my behind (figure of speech, not literally.)

This of course just spurs him on and he smacks at my sit spots.

“When will you learn? You naughty naughty girl!” He scolds as he smacks, making sure to cover my bottom cheeks until they feel warm and pink. “I am going to teach you a lesson tonight you will not forget little girl.”

“I AM NOT A LITTLE GIRL!” I shout and wiggle my bottom.

Spank! Smack! Slap!

“Well you’re behaving like one.” James is calm and in control as he spanks me. “A little brat in fact and this is what I do to little brats.”

“I am not a brat!” I yell but decimally quieter.

“Oh really?” James smirks. “Over my knee getting your bottom spanked and screaming like a banshee, calling me names and you think you’re not a brat! Well I never.”

He speeds up the spanking, full on smacking at my cheeks and sit spots. Smack! Slap! Spank!

I squeal and moan until the fight goes out of me and I lay limply across his lap receiving the last few hard smacks.

“Now, that’s much better.” James coos and I roll my eyes. He can’t see me of course but it makes me feel better. “I hope you are ready to accept your punishment.”

Ready?

“But you spanked me already!” I cry looking over my shoulder at him.

“That was just the warm up little girl.” He says firmly and patting my now very warm cheeks he helps me up. “Stand in front of me.”

As if I have a choice. My bottom burns and my hands are still cuffed behind my back. I reluctantly stand before him, pouting.

“Ok, so you are here to receive punishment for your bad habit of shoplifting. It’s become a regular occurrence with you hasn’t it little girl?”

Little girl! He’s so obviously putting me in my place and trying to shame me.

I lift my chin stubbornly look him directly in the eye and stick out my tongue.

James chuckles.

“Well well, it seems you still need to be spanked.”

I gulp as he pulls me to him and I’m upended across his knees again. Uh oh! Maybe I shouldn’t have stuck my tongue out!

I find I’m right as he starts to spank me again hard just on my sit spots. I’ve pushed him too far and my backsides paying for it yet again.

“I’m sorry.” I howl hoping to soften him but nevertheless he continues his onslaught. The heats really beginning to spread and burn now and I feel myself moisten.

“Are you little girl? Are you actually learning your lesson at last?”

“Yeeeeeeessssss.” I squeal. “Yeeeeeeessssssssss.”

“Yes what?” He rebukes me again.

“Yes Sir, Yes Sir I’m learning my lesson. I’ll be good.” I chant desperately and with that he stops. Helping me up, he stands me in front of him again.

“Then I expect better manners young lady.” He tells me and I nod earnestly.

He looks me up and down and then lifting my skirt at the front tucks it into my waistband so my knickers are in full view. I blush and fidget, trying in vain to get it to drop back down.

“No.” James commands and I still.

“You have been a very naughty little girl and little girls get spanked on their bare bottoms.”

[the-simple-things-in-life]

Perfectly cooked steak

On Father’s Day Sunday, my husband requested steak for dinner - and man was it tasty.

We love steak in my house. We’re not strangers to it at all. And for Matt’s Father’s Day entree, I bought some pretty delicious looking T-bones that did not fail to deliver. Since Matt is the grill master, he was in charge of the cooking part. He grilled them to perfection. I’m a medium/medium rare kind of gal, and I can’t even begin to tell you how good it was. I also learned a new trick from the Food Network geniuses on what to do when you cut up your steak on the cutting board. Rub some olive oil, garlic and parsley all over your board. Then set your steak on top of that to rest prior to slicing. MMMMMMMM!!!! So so yummy.

Food always makes me happy. I hope you enjoy something yummy tonight!

[islandpcosjourney]

Hindsight

29th December 2020

3 years ago, after a lovely family Christmas and a crazy few weeks beforehand redecorating the kitchen & dining room, I was enjoying some down-time. Facebook reminded me today that we were removing my fireplace in town – a big job involving big hammers and lots of sweat, on hubby’s part anyway ;) I had also just said goodbye to my Dad for the last time, although I didn’t know that. My final words to him were “Please go see a doctor” as we had noticed that he wasn’t himself while he was with us Christmas week. If I’d known in hindsight that I’d never see or speak to him again, I’d have never let him go. For the last 3 years I’ve punished myself for that. But in all honesty, I’m glad I didn’t know, despite the shock of his untimely passing, as I spent no time trying to cling onto something I wouldn’t have. He was just my Dad, it was just an ordinary Christmas, we were just hammering concrete out of a fireplace, as per usual and it was his time to go.

This year. The year of COVID. The year of cancellations. The year of worry. The year of unknowns. The year of excess screen time. The year of FOOD! This was the year of a fresh start. A chance to really sit down and think, quietly about anything and everything. In a year where our health has been debated so much in the press and in the community, I chose this year to sort it out, head on. Or rather, this was the year that my body chose, to WANT to sort itself out.

Many of you will have read before of the trials and tribulations that my PCOS gives me daily. It’s a vicious circle of physical and mental symptoms caused by external and internal factors. But before this year, although I’d done tons of research and I knew everything I could about my difficulties, I still couldn’t solve them. Something was always stopping me and that was indeed me.

We are what we eat. I truly believe this and always did but mentally I was always being drawn to the wrong foods. I still am, I am human after all but while most people had a kill switch to stop themselves from eating junk, my switch was broken, or so I thought. I understood the theory behind what foods would be good for me but putting it into practice is always the hard part and I’m sure many of you will have faced this before yourselves!

During lockdown, like many others, I was forced online to work. It wasn’t long after that I started noticing daily headaches, getting worse and worse. After a while, it was debilitating, and I was at the point (when in normal circumstances) where I’d have run to the GP for some stronger pills! But this wasn’t really an option this time and it forced me to think alternatively. I was convinced it was screen time to blame so I took a wee break and combined my teaching days/hours to make sure I had a long weekend away from the computer to recover each week. Around the same time, I was also experiencing buzzing in my ears – one Sunday thinking I was going insane hearing somebody strimming in their garden, when of course nobody would do that up here on a Sunday! Kevin definitely thought I’d gone mad and I was certainly believing I was! We figured out it was tinnitus or something similar and deduced I’d just have to ignore it, along-with my headaches. Fast forward to June when I finally decided to move a huge pile of recipe books from the landing upstairs. I can’t remember why they ended up there in the first place but rather than putting them back downstairs again, they’d just sat there in a tall pile for months. It was at this stage that I came across Jason Vale’s Turbo Charge Your Life in 14 Days book. A book I’d had at college and had used to lose weight before my degree’s final recital in 2009. I remembered losing 7lbs in 7 days. I sifted through all the pages and got swept back through memory lane and my tastebuds started to remember the taste of some of the juices. Mmmmmmmm yummy. Especially the Turbo charge smoothie – Pineapple, apple, lime, spinach, cucumber, celery & avocado. The ONLY form of avocado I would eat as I hated its taste but seemed to love its creaminess in a smoothie! Avocado being an essential fat that I KNEW I should be eating with my PCOS…… So, the next shopping trip I decided the buy the ingredients, dig out my juicer and before I knew it, while planning a week away to see my Mum & brother, I also planned a detox! AND it timed in perfectly with Jason’s BIG juice challenge between 6th – 12th July! Perfect, all meant to be.

So now, let’s cut a long story very short. I returned a week later totally rejuvenated, hadn’t eaten a single morsel of chewable food in 8 days and I’d lost 8lbs – here, something was working! I felt amazing, my headaches had gone, my skin was glowing, my teeth were whiter, I had tons of energy and I no longer had any ringing in my ears – all after just one week. Ok, so let’s continue! Nearly 6 months later incorporating juicing into my daily diet and I’m 30lbs down (It was at 33lbs, but Christmas was far too good hahahaha). I’ve set myself a target of 100lbs but the biggest reason for this dietary change is not to lose all the excess weight I’m carrying, although of course that will help, its to always put my health first and live the healthiest life I can. In a year where health has never been more important, I am finally on top of mine. I have finally found a way to control my symptoms and my cravings, naturally. I know it probably all sounds ridiculously obvious, but we are what we eat. My body was consuming junk therefore I was junk – I was overweight, chronically fatigued, had oily/acne skin, excess hair, moody, depressive, stressed, dull, no fun – the list is endless. I will now consume, in an average juicy week: 7 pineapples, 56 apples, 7 limes, 28 celery sticks, 28 asparagus spears, 7 courgettes, 2 bags of spinach, 1.5 bags of kale, 3.5 cucumbers, 3 broccoli stems, a few bananas, massive handfuls of mixed berries, beetroot, 7 pears, 7 avocados. Safe to say I am now bright, bubbly, happy, positive, glowing, full of energy, no back pain or headaches, smooth skin everywhere and best of all, I am reducing my PCOS symptoms massively. I’ve been at this weight before; I remember how I felt at this weight before. My weight has nothing to do with this feeling. The food I am eating is directly responsible. Finally, an answer to all my troubles. I know it sounds obvious but how many of us will turn to medications or look for other factors to blame for our chronic conditions? I did! As soon as I was diagnosed, I continuously went running back to the GP/consultant for more and more pills. One to sort that, one to sort this, another one to counteract the last one etc etc. I KNOW categorically that the medications were intoxicating me and that the fuel I put into my body causes the relevant energy output whether strong or weak. I know that if I wake up in the morning and feel tired, a juice will sort me out, not caffeine. I know that if I’m tired at night it is because of the incorrect fuel I’ve put into my body earlier that day, for whatever reason I decided to consume it. I am seeing a direct long-term result of it all too.

From previous blogs, you will know that I DID NOT have a menstrual cycle without medical intervention. As of Boxing Day this year, that is no longer true. It may have taken since July to regulate my hormones naturally, but it has worked. Obviously, time will tell if I’m going to restore any kind of regularity to it but in all honesty, that’s not a concern right now as I can’t remember having a regular cycle since I was a teenager, so we’re talking around 20 years of hormonal disruption to be reversed and Rome wasn’t built in a day! Interestingly the last “natural” cycle I had after stopping years of medication also appeared on Boxing Day, in 2016 ;) In August this year, I was convinced “mother nature” had come to visit but she only said a very brief hello in a socially distanced way for a day so this time with the COVID restrictions lifted a little she was able to come to stay with gifts of stomach cramps, carb cravings & headaches as a way of getting us reacquainted again. Needless to say, she was made very welcome and I’ve never been happier, especially by hugging a hot water bottle.

Not everything is quite sorted but as you can imagine, its well on track! I now choose my food wisely, looking for naturally wholesome options as is humanly possible and just being more conscious of what I am eating (of course I eat treats ocassionally but I’m doing it consciously). Would you put dirty fuel in a car? Of course not. Would you put dirty oil in during an oil change? Of course not. That’s what I believe medications do to chronic conditions – they throw dirty oil into an already dirty engine. Our cars need servicing each year where they get an oil change, where the filters are cleaned, where essential maintenance is done, so why don’t we do that when we’re chronically sick? Why do we turn to pills to sort a condition we’ve developed rather than look to what we’re fuelling our body with and give it a good clean out? Of course we need medicines for acute conditions but chronic ones can be reversed if we clean out the “filter” and do an “oil change”. I’ve seen tons of documentaries recently where I’ve learned of people curing their Asthma, Eczema, Psoriasis, Diabetes etc I’ve even seen a documentary where cancers have gone into remission for dozens of years through eating raw food alone. I know it’ll sound very “out there” for some people and it would’ve done for me too had I not gone looking for Functional Medicine (using food to heal) research after years of understanding the theory behind it but not finding the right way to put it into practice. But, never in my whole life and in spite of a worldwide Pandemic, have I felt more alive or healthier than I do right now. I may have turned the clock back 3 years on my weight but energy-wise I feel about 15 years younger which is far more important than any number on the bathroom scales.

In hindsight, do I wish that I’d reached these dietary conclusions earlier? Not at all. It wasn’t the right time. In hindsight, I can see that all of the information that I have been armed with over the years, are the tools that have set me up for the success I now have. Like a fine wine, I needed time to breathe, time to mature to become the best I can be. No point in opening it early, you’ll just be disappointed. A good teacher is somebody who’s struggled themselves and I’m a better, stronger person for having had my major struggles. There’s probably many still to come. Life is never boring!

Now that I’ve written this, I logged into Tumblr to copy this blog across and to see when I last posted and to my amazement it was Boxing day last year! I love coincidences of dates & Boxing Day seems to have cropped up a number of times. I said that my goal was to increase my energy levels as I really struggled this time last year. I had said regarding Christmas day:

“I want to be able to, one day, wake up early to make the breakfast, open stocking presents, get dressed inc. make up, cook a Christmas dinner, watch a bit of Christmas TV, play some board games, do the washing up and still feel like a proper woman – not some shadow of one who can only do one or two tasks a day.”

Well I did all those things! I’d totally forgotten that I’d even set that goal (for one day!) but I reached it a year later and more. I never thought I’d be sizes smaller than a previous year as my pattern has always been to be one size bigger each year ;) I recently ordered a few jumpers for the harsh winter, one a size 16-18 and one a size 14 for the future. Well, although a stretchy material, I’m in the size 14 jumper and had to send back the other as it just hung off me! Considering I was a size 20 last year, ballooned to a size 22 by the middle of the year and now I’m back to the size I was 3 years ago, I’m delighted. I also don’t get the violently ill episodes when I eat gluten/dairy now that I did before when I religiously followed a PCOS diet and ocassionally slipped up. I honestly think fruit & veg is healing my gut, my hormones, my skin, every organ in my body! There’s a lot to say for eating a plant-based diet, not only for my health but also the purse-strings but there’s also lots to say for eating balanced nutrition and listening to one’s body for what it really needs. My ears are wide open now.

[naughty-teddy-innit]

An Ed Sheeran Oneshot, AKA Couch Fluff. 💙💙💙

So I stumbled across THIS Gif a few days ago, and the comment about imagining Ed stroking his fingers up and down your arm, and underneath your sleeve totally got me and it spiralled into a Cuddly oneshot that I'm kinda in love with. Hope you guys like it, and no Smut this time around! 

“Edward Christopher….” Your voice is soft, yet a touch of wry exasperation flavours the words you aim in his direction.  “You’re absolutely NOT helping, you know.”

You’re splayed across one end of the overstuffed, navy blue sectional that occupies your living room, well-worn plush throw pillows propping your legs up.  Your MacBook is open in your lap, textbooks, mounds of handwritten notes and references stacked beside you. You were thisclose to finishing your last semester of school, and this last, final paper, along with your final exams, had consumed every moment of your time and energy for the past 2 weeks. The topknot that resides atop your head probably hadn’t been let down in days, and your ever-present sweatpants were probably becoming a little TOO well-worn.  You’d abandoned your contacts 4 days ago, and resorted to the glasses that Ed so lovingly referred to as your “Potter Specs”.  You were BEYOND ready to be done, and to rejoin the world of the people that slept. And bathed. That’d be a good idea.

Your eyes were beginning to cross as you attempted to keep focus on the screen in front of you, and your fingers were beginning to forget how to spell.  A deep, exhausted sigh falls from your lips, and only a moment later, you feel his weight shift from his position to the side of you, on the opposite side of the sofa, to now against your hip.  You feel, suddenly, warm fingers gently tracing along the outer bend and crease of your arm.  They drift slowly upward, gently, softly stroking under the sleeve of your jersey.  Slowly up and down, a soft, soothing pattern drawn against the warm give of your flesh. A soft hum of contentment rumbles in your chest, the slow stroke of his slightly calloused fingertips sending waves of warmth and relaxation through your tense, exhausted body.  However heavenly his fingers were though, they were NOT helping your already stretched-to-capacity brain to prove your hypothesis. Hence, your half-hearted protest.  

“Sooo not helping me concentrate, Teddy.” You sigh.  “Feels SO nice, but I gotta finish this SOMEHOW, and soon.”

You feel his weight suddenly shift again, and he’s sitting up and facing you with a full pout on his face, and you can’t help but laugh at expression. So very your Teddy.

“What’s that face for?” You laugh softly.  Reaching just slightly, you comb your fingers though the scruff on his jaw, allowing your thumb to gently swipe the outline of his pillowy lips. He captures your hand before you can pull it back, his fingertips twining with yours, and lifts it to his lips. He dots soft, supple kisses along the bump of each knuckle, and then sighs as you smile ruefully and pull your hand back, tenderly brushing his cheek before straightening your laptop.

“I am a sad, neglected Ginger Man.” He pronounces with dramatized woe in his voice.  “I only want attention.”

You can’t help the laugh-snort that escapes as you take in the puppy dog eyes that he’s oh so skillfully aimed in your direction.

“Neglected???” You tilt your head and give him your own pretty little pout, loving the sparkle in his blue eyes at the mischief in yours. “My poor sweet Teddy. How in the world have you survived this long?? 2 WHOLE weeks.”  

“Can’t help it.” He says stubbornly. “I miss my cuddles. And your cooking, cause fuck knows I can’t feed myself. Oh, and also, I miss getting you naked. You have such a pretty bum.” He sighs.

He says this so plaintively and earnestly, you can’t help but fall to pieces, until your shoulders are shaking and you have to pull your glasses off to wipe your eyes. That BOY.

“Baby, believe me, I KNOW it’s been a rough couple of weeks. I have ONE exam left, and this last fucking paper to submit, and then you can have at my pretty bum and every other part of my body, for as LONG as you want. And then again after that.” You cock your head as you finish that thought, and let your fingers drift to cover his. You shoot him a mischievous smirk, and whisper, “If it helps, there are several parts of YOUR body I’m desperate to reacquaint myself with.” You catch his gaze and grin at widening of his eyes.

“Tease.” he says drily, with no preamble and a raised invisible blond eyebrow. “I suppose Little Ed can wait a little longer…”  He sees your own raised eyebrow and the gleeful giggle that’s about to escape your lips and cuts you RIGHT off. “OI. NOT so little Ed, then. Massive Ed. GIGANTIC ED-“

You give him the most knowing look you can muster, and pat his knee. “You just keep telling yourself that, babes. He’s gargantuan. Mythological, even. Overshadows any other penis I’ve ever see - Wait, ED NO!! AHH-“

You SHRIEK as he suddenly launches himself from his sitting position, and you find yourself flat on your back, face to face with a pair of large, twinkling sea blue eyes, and the ENTIRE length and weight of his soft, warm body squashing you into the couch cushions. You’re positively shaking, belly laughs wracking your body as he simply lays there, innocence etched on his face as he covers your body with his.

“Hi,” he says with a massive grin. “Got your attention now, Love. Gimme kisses, and MAYBE me and my neglected, mythological, man parts will let you get back to your laptop. Maybe.”

“You think ATTACKING me gets you kisses, you MEAN man??” You’re gasping high-pitched giggles as you try to wiggle him off, but he’s not remotely having it. Little bugger; he’s not even moving, he’s all out planking with you pinned beneath him, a giant satisfied grin plastered across his face. Damn those scruffy dimples. And he smells delicious, traces of laundry soap and cologne and just…Teddy. Dammit.

One colourful arm suddenly lifts up and he props himself up, one inked up forearm on either side of your head, and he hoists, almost slides, his body right up over yours. One leg is drawn up, soft flesh and firm muscle pressed up against your outer thigh and hip. He’s NOT letting you go, and the utterly pleased-with-himself smirk that’s NOT left his face is just far too cute. It is NOT fair.

“You may have ONE kiss.” You solemnly acquiesce. “One kiss, and then, sir, you need to UNSQUASH ME-“

His lips are on yours before you can form another thought, and…Oh. God, there is never a time you don’t love his kisses.  His lips, so soft and yielding and yummy, you’ve missed these slow, tender kisses. He has a habit of infusing every embrace, every graze and caress with meaning and intent. Whether it was a joyful, loving smooch, or deep and carnal, his kisses were never a wasted thought.

“Mmmmmmmm…” you hum, losing yourself in feel of his body pressed against yours, and the delicious tickle of his beard as it gently chafes your sensitive skin.  He’s all about the slow, lingering kisses this time aroun; catching your upper lip, then a gentle tug to your bottom lip. For the first time in over a week, you can feel the tension leave your body, all thoughts of hypothesis’ and arguments and due dates, a distant and fuzzy memory, and it’s so just what you needed. You manage to extricate your arms from beneath the weight of his, awkwardly sliding them up and over the slope of his shoulders and back, your fingers winding through the silky curls at his neck.  A contented rumble rolls through him at your touch, and he presses his body as tightly against yours as he can, drawing out more and more warm, melty, kisses that you wish would never end.  He slows suddenly, his lips tracing a gentle new path as he tenderly marks the landscape of your jawline, your forehead, even the tip of your nose, and it’s just so heavenly, and in this moment you’re not sure you’ve ever felt so cherished.

He pulls back, and his eyes crinkle into an affectionate smile. His fingers and thumbs brush along the curve of your cheek, tucking a loose tendril of your hair behind your ear before he drops one last kiss on your lips. He grins, and lifts himself up off of you, plunking himself into a criss-cross applesauce position. He proffers a hand, and you yelp out a giggle as he yanks you back up into a sitting position.

“I missed those lips.” He says affectionately. “They might be my very favourite thing.

“They missed you too. I didn’t realize how much I needed that.” You tip your head back, letting your head fall softly against the soft padding of the couch. “I feel like I haven’t be able to BREATHE lately…I’m so sorry if felt like I forgot about you.”  You reach for his hand, entwining your fingers with his in a grateful squeeze.

“Nah. I could never feel like that, love. You know I like to dick around, but it’s all in fun”, he chuckles. He adjusts himself, leaning forward, and his fingertips are slowly tracing those warm, soothing patterns into the soft inner crease of your arm again, just the way you love it.  “I’m so fucking proud of you for all this. I never did Uni, I could never pull all this off. You’re gonna kick the shit out of these finals, innit?? You kick the shit out of EVERYTHING.”

This man. Your heart seems to be connected to that lump in your throat again, you just…love him.  He always has your back, and always seems to know exactly what to say, or do, to pull you back from the brink. He is a keeper, and if you have anything to say about it, you’re not ever letting go.

You grin at him, and tug his scruff, guiding his face to yours. “I love you too, Teddy.”  You press a kiss to those lips, feeling the smile that’s spreading across his face, and you’re both giggling as the kisses turn into silly pecks and smooches.

You press hand to his chest and push him back to his side of the couch, and reach for the forgotten MacBook that’s fallen to the floor.

“I need a shower.” You stretch as you flick the screen back, reminding yourself where you left off. You glance at the adorable, scruffy man across from you, and raise an eyebrow.  “Give me another half hour, and maybe you’d care to join me…?”  

He face scrunches up and his eyes widen, and you can tell he is ALL about that invitation.  

“Only if I get to wash that pretty bum…” he says with a naughty grin.  

You lean forward and catch his lips in a quick kiss, before whispering “You can wash whatever you want, Teddy.”

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This is not a good sign. I wake up 🛏 and I am heavy and sore and tired 😓 as if I worked out the entire night 🌃. I also have nasal drainage 👃🏾 🤧 and keep on sneezing. I am bundled up on a thick robe 👘 and beanie. I feel sickly 🤒. My room 🚪 has always been cold 🥶 but this morning I made sure the air vents ♨️are open and free from obstructions🚧. I had to sleep 💤 in. I had my alarm ⏰ already set at 800a. I have to consider my physical shape. Last night I already made a decision 🤔 that I was going be off today. Well, had I not I couldn’t go today. A touch of weak immune system that with a long sustained day in and day out consecutive fitness batteries shall without a doubt cause you to be ill and it’s Fall 🍃🍂🍁 germy 🦠 Winter ❄️ too. If you are bound to compromise your bod, you are at the perfect time. I was looking 👓 at the butt kicking 🦵🏾 💪🏾 Veteran’s community exercises. I laugh 😆 at myself in silence because I know I won’t be the strongest person and no one expects me to be. I am intimidating tough in a different way 🤯. I shall be wimpy and that’s ok with me. I believe that we are all in different levels with varied skill sets. As long as we work on where we fall short we are ok. If your mindset is you are ALWAYS the best person and you are not, well YOU have a problem. Whose fall is that. I know it’s more complicated than that but being a person who is exacting and admits faults and working lists well honesty is so much more respected than a façade. Keep it going flimsy whimsy ✨.

I have a list 📝 of things I want to do today.

I already described to my BFF that I was reticent yesterday. I wasn’t my yakky bubbly self and that’s ok. Sometimes a change in your rhythm does it. I explain to to him that inside I was feels Katy Perry. I am still quite funny 😆.

I was up at 600a Sunday. I had pizzas 🍕 my left over pumpkin 🎃 spice fit Americano ☕️ and another full cup to keep me going until it is at least close to nap 😴 time. I organized 🧹 and my study desk is breathable spacey and I thought 💭 of ways to free more of the area for academic 👓🗒🖊 work. I want to securely attach my shelves on the wall and revamp my wall space for inspiration ❤️ and like a reflection on what’s exactly brewing in your brain 🧠. I had a “helper.” He “goes through and checks my filing.” 🗄

So my schedule 🗓 is already changed. I am not foreign to constant differences in short time changing plans. That is my signature ✍🏾. I really build myself to doing that. I am doing Tuesday straight to Saturday and I like that a lot because I get to yoga 🧘🏼‍♀️. I know that for some people it is a status way of life just as Lululemon is. To me, it’s get me in that leisurely pace compared versus 🆚 to a New York ran business speed. I mean the Lululemon brand. Yoga 🙆🏼‍♀️ makes my bod less stiff. I was liking that I had tandem free times. Surely I didn’t execute the day similarly. Saturday I was very on top of things, must do stuff. That has always been my life. One place to go after another. I discovered after decades in college 📚 that it really is momentum. When I was younger I go to the gym 🏃🏼‍♀️ 💪🏾 because I had expendable money 💵 in my pocket like cash 💵 🙄 , that’s what cool 😎 college kids do and really I wanted a full day, something that lives to my vision of how my life should be lived. Now a days, I am not precisely where I want to be and heck I tell people all the time I should be having a nervous breakdown for not meeting what I set myself to do. However you have to keep in mind that my trajectory if not glacial 🏔 is certainly super sonic 🚀. I have to be a full pledge person. I have to know the meanings of our existence and yes you discover it in the times when you pour yourself in books 📖 and writings in the library. You are moved by the scholastic and social excitement 🤓. Yet you have to remember that not everybody lives like that. What do you do when there is nothing that is pressed upon you or when society or anyone like your parents dictates by influence what you have to do. What do you do with yourself? What do you want? How do you make sense of existence 😊?

I had a great time with Dad. He just didn’t drive me around 🚙. We stopped 🛑 by Chipotle because he was hungry 😋. I asked for a burrito 🌯 bowl. He wanted like DiBella’s for the nth factorial time. Don’t get me wrong. I love 💕 their sandwiches 🥪 except there is more than one fast food in the corner. Actually he was asking for Five Guys which I am a big fan of. Caturday 🐈 however I feel like yummy 😋 meat 🥩 on rice 🍚 and veggies 🌽🍅🥬 with cheese 🧀 and sour cream. Mmmmmmmm. I also had a seamless time at Target. He had to exchange his lock 🔒 there too and I had to introduce him to the cash register lady as my Dad. I picked up my gym 🏃🏼‍♀️ 💪🏾 essentials 🛒 and got the perf 🤩 planner journal 📓. We also went to the library where I picked up fictions at random. I stayed away from what I made a mental note over reading the jacket and be like that’s interesting 🧐. I came across Gabriel Marquez Garcia who I am going to check out on the catalog 💻. Shall we request the books in Spanish 😆? You totally should.

To me I ate pretty poorly. Not only did I not eat 🍽 on time I also didn’t partake balanced meals 🥘. I ate tons of carbs. I ate what I wanted. When I ordered 🧾 at Chipotle I should have made it conform to my food plan and not how the restaurant recommended it. I should take note of it next time. I am very steady running 😏 and sometimes you have to teach me to live a little. How severe stringent. Even allowing for some loose time is a mental exercise. Sorry 😐 that’s just how I am although it doesn’t mean I am incapable of natural tendencies and inclination. All I am saying is that I have wired my thinking 🤔 to put up those barriers on things that could throw me off. I know. I am quite the self-manager 👩🏼‍💼 psych grad 🎓. I guess I could say that is the great learning or a curse to you on what my entire undergrad learning imparted in me. I have strength because I actually applied myself. Diet right. I ate what I wanted when I wanted. I ate manageable portions 🍴 but how I eat matters a lot on my performance 👟 , how my day unfolds. It really is relevant ⚠️ administratively. That’s why I had this question after seeing the article of a gym gal dying from eating too much protein 🍖 if 60 grams of protein powder on my two barista ☕️ espresso drinks everyday is safe.

Article:

I consumed so much media over the weekend mostly TV 📺 and radio 📻 and I try to move along from Neruda when all I did mostly was look 👀 up what my little stipend can get me. Planning �� can sound stupid but it actually makes plain what you want, how you think 💭 😏, why you decided like that 😏, clears your mental processes and really enables a better decision 🤨 making. Overwhelmed? I so didn’t graduate 👩🏼‍🎓 from Notre Dame college. 😂 Ask not why you graduated but why you chose your major. I was like to BFF “Is this what my life has amounted too? The happiest day so to speak every month 📆 is when my allowance 💵 is disimbursed.” Shake that thing.

🎶 “Shake dat ting miss, Cana, Cana

Shake dat ting miss, Annabella

Shake dat ting yow, Donna Donna

Jodi and Rebecca”

These where the things I watched at Netflix. Some of the stuff on my list have been discontinued 😭.

(1) Season 1 Episode 4:

(2) Season 1 Episode 8:

(3) Season 1 Episode 3:

I wrapped my day with some beauty 🧖🏼‍♀️ ritual although I didn’t cover everything. I need to wax before I start to look 👀 like wolverine.

I dyed my hair. It looks awesome 👏🏾 even if it’s going to get chopped. I decided today bob, a very short layered one. Oooh 😯 more hair accessories: barrettes, headbands and hats 🧢. I showered 🧼 and scrub. Self-care that kind of just fell in place and not ran by hurried minutes on the clock 🕰.

I shaved. I didn’t salt scrub. Laura was like Friday PT you smell good 👃🏾. To me, “Oh, my Victoria’s Secret Pink scrub soap is that fragrant.” My Dove liquid soap ran out while I was in the tub 🛁. I applied some great smelling perfumed lotion 🧴. When shall I get more? 🛍 and I did my nails 💅🏾.

I feel like a whole person. I feel good. I kindled 🔥 myself. I did what are really necessary to have some sense of balance, serenity and harmony. I mean in our minds we see things clearly delineated and this must. But the world 🌍 is a constant chaos like many have said before me, you find that me time whenever you can and stop ✋🏾 expecting a perfect day because you actually make your own money. It’s not handed to you. You are a Neantherdal. Go out there and hunt for survival 😏. I need water 💦.

[let-me-have-your-smile]

You know I am ashamed of what I have eaten because I haven’t written a post since the Valentine’s…

Valentine’s Day with Best Pal (Tuesday)

Best Pal and I celebrated Valentine ’s Day at her house. We went to the supermarket and bought lots and LOTS of ingredients for a special tapas/ antipasti tea. When we got to her house her brother had made a MASSIVE burrito so we took a portion for our starters :D

When we got crack-a-lacking in the kitchen we made salmon rolls wrapped in cucumber, we had olives, chorizo, feta, toasted flat bread, mozzarella, artichokes, chicken, sun dried tomatoes and a whole lot of yumminess! We skewered most of it up and it looked fabby if I do say so myself :D Best Pal had never eaten an artichoke before! At first she confused it with an anchovy and thought it was fish… She said she liked it though and that’s good :)

For pudding we had a tub of Ben and Jerry’s ice cream (the one with the peanut butter cups in) which was meant to be to share but I swear best pal had about 3 spoonful’s. I took the rest of the tub home and ate it a couple of days later. Oops :/

I gave best pal some protein bars in a ribbon which she seemed to love a lot. It’s funny because the days before she had mentioned she would much rather have protein than flowers, but I had already bought her the present weeks ago!

Pizza Party (Wednesday)

The devilishly handsome, curly haired man got off the train. She was stood waiting eagerly on the platform. Their eyes met… He ran to her and she jumped into his arms. He turned and handed her a single red rose… she cried.

The Valentine’s meal was perrrrfect! It was the absolute best!!!! My boyfriend and I went to a restaurant where you got unlimited pizza and, oh me oh my, I was not disappointed! We got four pizzas between the two of us and apart from two slices we polished them all off :O

The first pizza I ordered was called ‘Quattro Stagioni’ (I’m literally just going to copy the menu) which had a tomato and basil sauce, grated mozzarella, mixed wild mushrooms, herb roasted ham, artichokes and black olives. That was SCRUMMY!!! My boyfriend (much like best pal) discovered he liked artichokes through this pizza. Why has no one eaten artichokes before?

I thought this print of Venus eating pizza was hilarious 😂😂

At the same time we ordered ‘Hickory pig’. This had a hickory BBQ sauce base, grated mozzarella, chantico spiced cheddar, smoked pancetta and hickory smoked pulled pork. I loved this one. I am a huge fan off BBQ sauce. Mmmmmmmm J

The next round we only ordered one for the table and we went with ‘My cousin vinay’ which was a curry pizza. It came with a Goan coconut curry sauce, paneer, wilted spinach, onion bhajis and mint yoghurt. This was also yum! The onion bhajis were so tasty! I have never had an onion bhaji on a pizza before!

Last but not least we probably ordered a mistake. I am going to blame my boyfriend and the waiter for this. First of all my boyfriend said it sounded nice, and then the waiter rushed us and I don’t think I had time to look properly. We went for the ‘El Bastardo’. Keep in mind I don’t like spice when you read what was on this pizza. It came with a Tomato and basil sauce (yum), grated mozzarella (yum), spicy nduja paste (I have no idea what this is but its called SPICY), Spicy Italian sausage (yum to the sausage but again SPICY), Jalapeños (I spotted this and asked the waiter for it without), red and green chillies (I wish I had spotted these…) and a chilli jam (I think we have entered spice hell?). So as you can tell the pizza was VERY spicy!

The prosecco was unlimited just like the pizza and I drank way more than I should have. It was so easy to drink though! It tasted so yummy and I needed SOMETHING to wash all the pizza down with! The spicy pizza must have been the cause of three of the glasses of prosecco, the other three I drank… well the blame is all on me isn’t it.

After the pizza party we went for cocktails. It was my boyfriend’s idea that we went to the same pub that we had our first date in. I thought this was sooo romantic and it made my heart melt! After making my boyfriend drink two slightly feminine drinks, a couple of girls offered us half a bottle of pink rosé prosecco they weren’t going to finish. We couldn’t say no… It is safe to say when I woke up at 6:40am for work the next morning I was feeling it.

Momma’s Birthday (again) (Thursday)

The day after the celebrations with my boyfriend I was in dire need of a bacon sandwich. This may have been less bad if I hadn’t already eaten my lunch earlier in the day :/ oopsie. So off I toddled to Sainsbury’s and I picked up a bacon and ketchup sandwich in white bread (white bread should be illegal because its addictive and bad for you. Why not just call it cocaine and have done with it?) and some vegetable crisps. I wasn’t trying to be healthy with the vegetable crisps, I was just craving the masses of salt they have on them. We can pretend they almost class as real vegetables though right?

That evening, to make matters worse, we were celebrating my mum’s birthday (again). My sister had come home from London for a few days so we went out to a pub for a family meal. I got lemonade because there was no way I could face alcohol touching my mouth. To eat I ordered a chicken, bacon and cheese burger and it was the best :) It came with fries and onion rings which I slathered in ketchup.

My diet gets better…

Friday, my diet wasn’t so bad compared with the rest of the week. My boyfriend came to stay with me for the weekend and we ate tea at my house. My mum seems to have stopped the healthy meals she was making in January as we had Macaroni cheese with bacon in it. Considering I don’t really like bacon, I seem to have eaten a lot over the past week.

Saturday gets worse though… My mum made pancakes for lunch as she thought my sister and boyfriend might not celebrate pancake day themselves. This involved a lot of syrup, cherries, lemon juice and whipped cream!

My boyfriend and I went into town in the afternoon. Our mission was to hunt for a pair of gloves for him, and lots of Pokemon for me. It turns out that NOWHERE sells gloves in February. Before we got the bus home we had a quick little hot chocolate and split a slice of coffee and walnut cake. The cake was alright but a bit disappointing. It seemed to be burnt in places.

We regretted the cake when we got home. My mum had prepared a Sunday dinner. She gave us ice cream and homemade cookies for afters. I tried to eat it all but I ended up leaving the ice cream. I had a MASSIVE tummy ache after all of that food!

Spur of the moment my boyfriend and I decided to go out drinking. Originally the plan was we would go to a bar for one or two and come back home. This ended up in going to a few bars and a night club, someone standing on my foot at 2AM and then coming home. It was triples for singles in a bar we went to and I ended up having 3 drinks there :O

Safe to say on Sunday we were hung over once again. It was very naughty of us to drink twice in one week. That never happens! Boyfriendo and I decided we wanted a Mcdonalds for lunch. By the time we got there it was probably 2pm. We were on the hunt for some gloves again but we had no success. We got back to my house at 5pm where a chicken dinner was on the table ready for tea. We had made the same mistake as the day before.

After tea we were little naughties and had some sweets and chocolate. I’m pretty sure I have no necessity to eat ever again ever!

Gym

How I wish I can say I rectified all that bad eating with cardio and weights. I didn’t. The last time I went to the gym was Monday 13th February. Best pal is now in New York for a week so I won’t be getting back to the gym for a while :/ I’m going to try and walk home a few nights a week to make up for SoMeThInG?

I need to get my motivation back from somewhere to eat better. This week I’m meeting boyfriendo on Wednesday so that will be my cheat meal. HOPEFULLY I can be motivated enough to eat better the rest of the week.

Who knows what I weigh? I’m petrified to stand on the scales!

….Until next time friends!!!!

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