True Love!
The awesome power of a wife’s love.
A very old man lay dying in his bed. In death’s doorway, he suddenly smelled the aroma of his favorite chocolate chip cookie wafting up the stairs.
He gathered his remaining strength and lifted himself from the bed. Leaning against the wall, he slowly made his way out of the bedroom, and with even greater effort forced himself down the stairs, gripping the railing with both hands.
With labored breath, he leaned against the door frame, gazing into the kitchen. Were it not for death’s agony, he would have thought himself already in heaven. There, spread out on newspapers on the kitchen table were literally hundreds of his favorite chocolate chip cookies.
Was it heaven? Or was it one final act of heroic love from his devoted wife, seeing to it that he left this world a happy man?
Mustering one great final effort, he threw himself toward the table. The aged and withered hand, shaking, made its way to a cookie at the edge of the table, when he was suddenly smacked with a spatula by his wife.
“Stay out of those,” she said. “They’re for the funeral.”
How does a hippie polygamist count his wives?
One Mrs. Hippie, two Mrs. Hippie, three Mrs. Hippie…
One has to wonder what, then, the most annoying thing IS.
That’s a little close to home, brah… Except in MY family of origin (4 brothers) this scene could not have happened since nobody got away with sneaky stuff and it was always known in real time. Not saying that’s better, but the dynamic was easier to navigate.
After 20 years of marriage, a couple was lying in bed one evening….
when the wife felt her husband begin to touch her in ways he hadn’t in quite some time. It almost tickled as his fingers started at her neck, and then began moving down past the small of her back.
He then slid his hand across her shoulders and neck, slowly worked it down one side, then the other, stopping just over her lower stomach. He then proceeded to place his hand on her left inner arm, caressed downward again, working down her side, passed gently over and then in between her buttock and down her leg to her calf.
Then, he proceeded up her inner thigh, stopping just at the uppermost portion of her leg. He continued in the same manner on her right side, then suddenly stopped, rolled over and became silent.
As she had become quite aroused by this caressing, she asked in a loving voice, “That was wonderful. Why did you stop?”
“I found the remote,” he said.
“Of course Mother is joining us on the Honeymoon!”
Happiest day of their lives.
Now THAT!! is an entrepreneur!
I have a gay FB friend in Ohio who’s a concert pianist and an interesting following. He posted that ^ ^ ^ this morning, and one of his gal pals immediately responded with “I’m offering a $300 special this week.”
I sent her a friend request, she sounds like fun.