He grinned and then stuck his tongue out and licked my forehead. I laughed and then tried to wipe where he’d licked. “Nope,” he said, taking my hand away from my head. “If I lick it, it’s mine.” “My forehead is yours?”--House of Korba
mine. i am not ashamed of the Love of my life, You. i want everyone to know You are with me. i want You to feel as loved in public as You are in Our bed. You will have to tell the joker to stop that or move my hand. And You will habe to grab the gentleman and pull him closer. But not very often, bc i want to be constantly touching You.
The Heart of God & Sitting Among Friends Blog Party #34