My father and I - more like my father, his bike and mine. We went on a bike tour last weekend. 170 km and 1500 meters of altitude. Untrained already a challenge. He’s over 70 and was faster than me. Ok, he drives E - I don’t. We call non electric “bio bikers”. Well, uphill he was faster and downhill I was - that’s how it balances out. On the way we met his brother who accompanied us for a while. My father and I have had almost no contact for the past few decades. Camping, canoeing and cycling are the things that bring us together again and again. Well, rare quality time …
The Hot Wife and I are spending the holidays with my family. Seester is talking about men’s fashion and we’re all discussing which way guys dress (except Dad who is quiet about it).
Seester: Which way do you dress?
Dad (shrugs): Wherever it feels like going.
Me (definitively): Left.
Hot Wife: (blushing, desperately wishing she was anywhere else)
Mom (waspish): I don’t have a penis!
Dad and I (simultaneously): I do!
Seester, Dad, and I laugh. Mom looks annoyed and goes back to reading. The Hot Wife is still blushing and wishing she was anywhere else.
Just a typical holiday with my family: inappropriate conversations and laughter.
As a sports medicine therapist, I regularly service athletes recovering from injuries. One client came to see me about an injury to his hamstring he suffered while sprinting laps around the track. He was super tight so I positioned him in the yoga happy baby pose-legs up in the air while holding his own feet. I was using massage oil and really worked his hamstrings, pushing down on his muscular thighs. I kept getting oil all over his shorts, so I told him to take them off. He slid them off and got back into position. As I continued massaging his hamstrings, I got oil all over his underwear, and I told him to take those off too. He looked a little concerned so I told him “Don’t worry, I’m a professional.” He took off his underwear and I repositioned him back into the baby pose. His light brown tightly puckered sphincter completely exposed. As I continued massaging his hamstrings I could see his dick getting bigger and bigger. Soon he had a full erection. He apologized saying he was embarrassed. I reassured him, “It happens to everyone. Don’t worry, I’m a professional.” As I alternated from hamstring to hamstring, I “accidentally” rubbed his ball sack. He stifled a moan and closed his eyes. I took that as an opportunity and began massaging his ball sack and stroking his cock. He opened his eyes and looked at me with a frozen stare but didn’t break his pose. “This sometimes relaxes the hamstrings.” I told him and I continued jacking his cock and balls. He began breathing deeply and I could tell he was muffling his moans. “That’s it, relax. Enjoy the hamstring massage.” I told him. He was sweating and moving in conjunction with my jacking of his cock. As we locked eyes I ran my open palmed hand down and began massaging his sphincter. Instantly, he came and let out a loud moan, spurting stream of cum onto his hamstrings. I continued massaging his pucker until he had blown his entire load. Afterward, he said “That felt amazing. I can’t believe how good my hamstrings feel.” And he scheduled another appointment for next week.
One of my favorite activities is watching my LDR partner play games for me. I could spend hours just keeping him company, and sending him ‘cute’ photos. ;)
You never know the wonders you find in your own backyard.
Had fun yesterday just spending an hour taking pictures and filming videos in my backyard. Nothing better than just spending time with my camera on a Friday evening.
“Why did you change lanes?” My wife doesn’t like my driving, and I don’t like hers. I thought that we had established this long ago and had an unspoken agreement that we would suffer our dislike for each other’s driving in silence. She had broken the code of silence. “You know we have to turn left right up there don’t you? You are not in the right lane to turn left,” she added with no…
ah, it’s november and I need to catch up on inktober posts! here’s some inktobers featuring me and my boyfriend arjen, spending quality time in nature.
Trong tác phẩm ‘5 ngôn ngữ tình yêu’, tiến sĩ Chapman đã định dạng 5 cách biểu lộ tình yêu khác nhau. Theo ông, có 5 ngôn ngữ tình yêu:
1.Lời nói khích lệ, khẳng định
2.Thời gian chất lượng dành cho nhau
3.Việc nhận được quà tặng
4.Phục vụ bằng hành động
5.Những đụng chạm thể lý
Qua nhiều năm nghiên cứu, tiến sĩ Chapman nhận thấy rằng tất cả mọi người không cảm nhận tình yêu cùng một cách. Ông tin rằng để thực sự diễn tả tình yêu với người khác, chúng ta phải biết được ngôn ngữ tình yêu của họ. Thật là quan trọng khi biết họ cảm nhận tình yêu như thế nào.
i’m losing sleep over them (affectionate). i’m eagerly awaiting their 2am texts. i smile into the dark all night long. i stay on call while they fall asleep, and find that it comes easier to me too. i’m losing sleep over them but they never seem to tire me out.
