





I fall in love with this woman over and over again; it is found in her small acts of service. I don’t know her specific love language, but I know she loves flowers and plants, and she treasures her tiny garden in our homestead. I know she loves me, for neither she nor I are afraid of uttering the words or expressing ourselves fully.
Yesterday, I arrived home from work to find a well-cooked meal. She had bought eggs because I’ve been obsessed with them lately. She even bought me cold medication and a ginger concoction after asking for my preference. I refuse to see her just as my mother; she is my friend. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, which she laughed at, but I know she truly loved it.
She woke me at 5:00 AM while she was penning a message to my older sister. Afterward, she made me hot coffee infused with ginger. When I asked what inspired her, she said she had tasted it the other day, found it sweet, and made it specifically because she knows I love coffee.
Lord, I love this woman.
I remember on Mother’s Day, she was on the phone with her friends and mentioned that I hadn’t penned her a beautiful message or a video edit like I always do. She said it was okay because I haven't been doing well lately.
The truth is, I have it saved. I write a poem for every loved one in my life because words carry on into the next lifetime. I may fade, and my face might slip from memory, but my words will live beyond me. I’ll buy her a bouquet perhaps something small. She makes it effortless to love her.I knew she loved my works , idk what i did to deserve her if fate wills may our threads intertwine in the next lifes.
I love you strangers on reddit I hope you make someone experience this type of love and that you may experience it too.
I fall in love with this woman over and over again; it is found in her small acts of service. I don’t know her specific love language, but I know she loves flowers and plants, and she treasures her tiny garden in our homestead. I know she loves me, for neither she nor I are afraid of uttering the words or expressing ourselves fully.
Yesterday, I arrived home from work to find a well-cooked meal. She had bought eggs because I’ve been obsessed with them lately. She even bought me cold medication and a ginger concoction after asking for my preference. I refuse to see her just as my mother; she is my friend. I gave her a kiss on the cheek, which she laughed at, but I know she truly loved it.
She woke me at 5:00 AM while she was penning a message to my older sister. Afterward, she made me hot coffee infused with ginger. When I asked what inspired her, she said she had tasted it the other day, found it sweet, and made it specifically because she knows I love coffee.
Lord, I love this woman.
I remember on Mother’s Day, she was on the phone with her friends and mentioned that I hadn’t penned her a beautiful message or a video edit like I always do. She said it was okay because I haven't been doing well lately. The truth is, I have it saved. I write a poem for every loved one in my life because words carry on into the next lifetime.
I may fade, and my face might slip from memory, but my words will live beyond me. I’ll buy her a bouquet perhaps something small. She makes it effortless to love her.I knew she loved my works , idk what i did to deserve her if fate wills may our threads intertwine in the next lifes.
I love you strangers on reddit I hope you make someone experience this type of love and that you may experience it too.
Nmechukua hatua mkononi.
When i say that nmechukua hatua mkononi guys tend to think I'm talking of Karao na kamariamu no no I'm taking of b**** that boosy that thang.
Sheria/hatua because they asked me to call it nyama ya serikali , idk why but i do love hand c***s 😂🤭
You cannot shame the shameless hmm I don't think so. (LR)
Kama kawaida, niliumwa na a perverted bug. Today I clocked off work, kufika hapo stage, an accident had happened,a tree fell on someone, may their soul rest in peace. There was traffic and no cars were coming, so I knew I had to walk in the rain.
I started walking in the light shower.I loved it I've always loved it. I was wearing some official tight gray pants and a jacket covering my head with a hood, the headlights from the cars illuminating my way. A cat-call here and there.As the rain dripped of me my mind started running I was literally soaked, as I imagined myself wearing white tee and shorts the rain soaking through my clothes such that they could see through me, my nipples visible, my mound too. I was feeling primal tempted to flash them I was this close but i decided against it. The bitch in me was in heat and I was feeling primal ready to f*** like dogs.
I finally boarded a mat, wanne wanne ka orbit. This guy was sitting next to me, my thighs to his , his body heat sipping into mine aggravating my need. I typed this (what is in the pic ) I really needed dick. Unfortunately for me He (the first guy) got off soon.
I tapped the guy next to me after the first guy alighted, showing him my screen. He didn't immediately get what I was asking; he thought I was asking him to pass the phone as I tried to signal "read it." In that instance, my instincts had me retracting my phone, that was not my pervert. That nigga’s two seconds of unawareness had me retracting my phone and going home to a session.
Such a good bad way to start a week for the weak.
Utakula Nutella ama nikae nayo. Do you prefer whipping cream maybe ama asali ? Will you lie down or flip onto your side.....
I stepped outside after being a couch potato for a day, and all I can say is that Sundays are beautiful.
Beautiful women carrying bouquets.
The smiles and the jubilance of the Sabbath. People cracking up here and there; the sun is so beautiful in its form, perfectly matching the vibe.
Happy Mother’s Day to everyone out there, the childless, the childfree, the barren, and the ones who have left us, the ones who became mothers not by biology but how they held up everyone with them.
To everyone else I couldn’t cover with my limited words, Happy Mother's Day.
Just as family doesn't always have to be blood so is motherhood.
Blood runs thicker than water, but both feel the same when our eyes are closed.
Ushaicross paths na mtu design ukiskia jina yake you have to stop. Hii si kama trauma, lkn ni kama a traumatic event. Because what do you mean,let alone hear,but I see your name somewhere and you invade my senses? Apana.
Like, it has been awhile, lkn aaah aaah. This is not rage, hate, or love; ata sijui. Idk.
Each time I see the name naskia sijui aje.
I love creatives. People who can capture your 3 seconds of attention span. I decided to pop into took and boom there was this guy talk of some good vulgar marketing skills
A tease here and there,that’s what really gets to me.
I love the way he grips my thigh as I sit next to him, subtly tracing symbols on my skin and spreading my legs just right. I play the part of the "good girl," both of us knowing exactly what he’ll find ahead. How I subtly suck his dick head over his boxers, knowing he is leaking precum just to mess with his heads at least not one.
I crave that build up,playing with the tension my legs tangled with his, just playing around with his boner and squeezing his dick just because I miss having it in my hands.
There are plenty of other things you can do to rile up someone up from a firm neck grab that asserts total dominance to a sharp spanking. A whisper in your ears, dragging your hands to my pussy just so that you can know I have no panties around you and you get to choose what you want to do with that information.
The green is like a breath of fresh air
The short terrain is good. I got the best of it before the rains beat me up.
There are small joys that fulfill us. Despite all that stands, it feels like dipping your head in the sand and getting lost, or being transmitted elsewhere , for a minute.
I recently got back into reading. Fortunately, I found some great books and received excellent recommendations, but now I’m addicted. I’m finding it hard to let go; my heart breaks, rising and falling with every page. I feel like a morphine addict in rehab who just missed a shot.
Life does make sense a bit when a distraction weighs heavily on me not leaving a sour bitter taste in my mouth rather something sweet that has you hung up.
Do you have something that isn't a drug but has you by the throat? Something that has you completely addicted to the adrenaline, dopamine you name it.
I remember trying to get back into reading and she unlocked it for me, the mental block.
Last woman who had me in this position was Yiyun Li.
I love water , dirty or not
I was having a convo with my sister today and she told me that I was cursing in my sleep and spilling all my secrets. She says she wasn't paying attention to what I was saying, but still... yooh, apana.
Last time something like this happened was after a falling out between my bestie, her boyfriend, and I. I told her every single detail back then in my sleep oooui! (Ilikuwa imeniuma though)but that wasn't so bad. Now I’m afraid ntauma pillow usiku msijue siri zangu.
Mniweke kwa maombi.