I think my manโs entire existence is a turn on.
Sleeping? Iโm obsessed.
In his work clothes? Drooling.
Working out? Iโm feral.
All dressed up sipping on a drink? Let me stare at you.
Sitting back with a drunk cigarette? Letโs get home, I need you.
Every little thing this man does is sexy and I cannot believe heโs mine.
adults shouldnโt stop giving each other hickeys.
if anything, adults should have MORE.
i love knowing my man is my man but walking around with an obvious statement of him on my neck.