How sweet.
Weeks later she discovered that he’d thought of her on Valentine’s Day after all.
He’d charged a lap dance to her credit card.
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Smiling, she recalled her favorite Valentine’s:
#1 – Watching Moulin Rouge together
#2 – A hot dog at the gas station
#3 – $1 bag of sour candy
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A deliciously wanton slut always enticing you to grab her by the hair to make her your own.
New Orleans.
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Cold beads and shiny trinkets exchanged for warm, eager flesh sprung free. “Throw me something Mister.”
Mardi Gras.
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Indulging in the decadence of carnival season, she greedily sucked down the slick, thick filling that spilled onto her tongue.
King Cake.
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I wanna wiggle on Santa’s lap until I’ve found the north pole;
I wanna lick his candy cane or maybe swallow it whole.
I wanna check his list of naughty girls to ensure I’m there this year;
I wanna give Santa some not-so-nice thoughts when I whisper in his ear.
I wanna serve Santa my cookies – warmed with milk on the side;
I wanna be sure they are drenched and dripping when I hop his sleigh for a ride.
So, if you run into Santa, please let him know this Christmas Night;
I wanna be why he “Ho, ho, ho’s” and will work ’til I get it right.
~Moxie
These just came gushing out for the occasion.
“My mind wanders to daises and waterfalls,” she said as they wrapped bows around each other. Two flowers, hand picked just for Him. (131 characters)
Bless me Father for I have sinned. Can we do it again? (54 characters)
Q: What’s better than a hot slut on Daddy’s lap?
A: Two. (55 characters)
(Photo Credit: Lisette)
This is just a quick note to say, “Thank You.”
I can’t begin to tell you how much you’ve impacted my life for the better and I would be remiss if I didn’t say as much, especially, today. So often, we never know how we’ve touched other people in profound and meaningful ways with our actions and I didn’t want to miss this chance to let you know that you did.
No, we’ve never met face to face, you and I. In fact, I’m fairly certain that you don’t even know that I exist, yet I think of you often and it makes me smile. I sometimes wonder if you know how wonderfully everything turned out.
I don’t know what you did precisely to cause the chain of events that lead to my happiness. Still, I do know one thing that you did for which I will be forever grateful. All those years ago, you gave birth to him – your son – and that was enough.