I went to bed early last night. I'm still recovering from what I think is the flu. Hubby and I exchanged sweet words and soft touches. It was a gentle night. There was no restrictions on our time. So slow and tender was our pace.
I wake up this morning with vicks and dirty geckos on my chest. It is amazing how events can turn so quickly. I've lost my voice. My throat is raw. I smell like menthol and I have geckos fucking all over my shirt. At least I won't have to explain what I want. I can just choose from the positions on the shirt. Let's see.... I haven't had that one in a while. Wanna come give me a kiss?
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Yes I do.
You silly bear. Do you remember how you got sick in the first place? Grins. I love a guy that can take it and come back for more. I love you.
Melanie, I would love it if you linked me. I would like to read you again too. I've missed you. Want to know a secret? My mom has the same shirt. She bought this one for me. lol. Be good to you honey.
Did I mention...that your nipples taste like Vicks and cheese today?
At least the hobbit feet have not made an appearance.
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