Love is with my magic man

Some words I want to share from my Magic Man.

love hands magic manThis girl so beautiful
The sound of your voice like a drug
it lifts me up and leaves me floating on air
your warm embrace changes my day, my night, my week
it takes me to another world
a place beauty, a place out of this world
holding your hand, I feel a connection
in your company, I feel at home
where I belong
your warm smile, your beautiful eyes
they melt my soul
this is why
I LOVE YOU

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Finding the happiness within

My question is why do we confuse and question our self, by doing this we only put our self though pain and no sleep. I guess it is a process if we learn from it good. Yes I have done it again pushed the man who only stands by me when I am a  mess.

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Mum’s story Part 2

This is my real mum’s story part 2

I started working with Boffa’s salon Saturday mornings while I was still at school, then I was offered an apprenticeship when I was 15 years of age just finished school. George and I lived in Chatswood , then moved to Milson’s point, then to Tasmania a mining town called Savage River. There was a general store, garage and pub that’s all I can remember one of every thing. we had a three bedroom house with cheap rent. There wasn’t a lot to do but we had lots of party’s at the pub and I had a little room in the house where I did hair. So when there was a party on I was really busy and then I fell pregnant. Continue reading “Mum’s story Part 2”

Sex crazy

Call me crazy, call me sick but I love the sweet smell of sex. I used to want to wash it all away until I met my sweet love of sex games. I love to lie in that sticky love potion. I love the smell of sex in the bed and the next days. Every time I go to the toilet you smell the sweet smell of lust that was amazing. It puts a smile on my face throughout the day. Yes I love to play, I love sex and I love cuddles together just lying around in our smells. Is anyone else as crazy as me? or is this love that must be, be forever and never leave.

Story Time of a snail falling in love

These are story’s shared between me and my magic man and this is our beginning

There once was a snail who didn’t know what happy was so he packed his bag and left home in search of happy. When he left, the weather turned bad and he struggled to move forward but he tried and tried until the weather got a little better. Along the way he met a few bugs who helped him on his way, but he also met a few who didn’t , who tricked him. They said they knew where happy was so he followed them for a while but they lied, they lead him into the dark woods where he couldn’t find his way for a long time.

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