I Want To Snuggle With You

This is sweet. 

Dump her, she’s too clingy!

yes.

 bookmarked ♥

Yes. Light, then deep, then light. Not many know how to do it right. Most just go straight for the tonsils.

sigh. so sweet. 

Exactly.

This post defines my own situation right now. I love every single word of it, particularly the ones in the second paragraph.

Hahaha! 

This makes me miss snuggling so much. :(

This article definitely captures the feeling that snuggling brings – just the two of you, forgetting the outside world and feeling like you’re stupid for always overanalyzing everything in your relationship.

And when do I put it in?

before the snuggling happens

this is what i want… i miss this. 

I have this feeling but I can’t have it because we’re so far apart. 

absolute. perfection. 

Thanks for this :)

The rolling you over and laying on top of you one is new to me.  God, I’ve been cuddling all wrong for years!

The really sad thing about this, for me, is the fact that I picture myself with this guy from my school that I have liked since the first time I met him… I pictured this guy instead of my own boyfriend…

This article is the female version of porn. I can’t get enough.

Perfection.

I love having my boyfriend lay on me with his head resting on my stomach, or on my chest listening to my heartbeat…This makes me miss him a lot :(

loved it, but it made me so sad. this describes an exact moment I had last week. and this week he chose her instead of me. how can he choose her when we had this?

You couldn’t explain it any better.  sighh.. 

You couldn’t explain it any better.  sighh.. 

http://www.lovetoshopping.org

*sighhh*  this is such a charming peice of art, so real – I couldn’t help but think of the chemistry I had with this man who I’d liked from the moment I saw him, as us fickle girls do…  He stayed over one night and it was almost like a dream..  Too bad wonderful things don’t last forever

oh, the weight of a man. swoon. 

This is a piece of art. Absolute perfection.

This is a piece of art. Absolute perfection.

Here is how this poem would go if a GUY wrote it:I Want To Shaggle With You

By George Clonewolf Cloney

I want to shaggle with you. I’d like to gently, yet warmly kiss you girl and slosh tongues in the same rhythm that you’re sloshing tongues. I’m tired of using one of my hands to rub one out so please lover, romantically, drop down to your knees, raise your arm, and take it in your hand. I’d like you to rest the
other hand on my pucker star, which is the second favorite part of my body
because it’s a straight and bony pucker star, nothing like your curvy, soft one.

I’d like to stay there long enough until my manly release if that is ok? Or until our awkwardness goes away. Either is good, but for the record I would prefer the manly release.
I’d like to feel you give into the slamnatious rhythm of my hips. Don’t ask yourself if this
is too intimate.
Don’t worry about sending me signals that you like me too much. The fact that you’re doubled over with legs in the air and makeup smeared from tears of jackhammer joy lets me know full well that you think more of me than “just a friend”. Don’t
think about what will happen tomorrow after you cook me some eggs. Stop wondering if we are being intimate enough and how much longer it will be until I get off of you so we can snuggle.

Make a joke after a few moments of post-coital, one of those jokes that
isn’t funny because its “girl” humor which isn’t normally funny to a guy anyway, but funny because it’s a comment
on our current geographic location with respect to the wet spot on the bed. Let our moment of closeness be designed to make both of us ease further from the wet spot that we’re currently floating in. You could say
something about how I’m as bad ass a lover as Burt Reynolds or someone, or how your Buddha statue is
staring at us from the corner and now you feel guilty, or how the lady upstairs is totally hot and you might possibly be “into it” if I was. And we’ll laugh together. Not the laugh that we shared in
the bar with our friends. Not the laugh that comes when you watch an
episode of Entourage. Not the laugh that you
force when your boss says something that makes me want to ride my scooter down to Starbucks and clock him in his Barrista-smiling scone-hole, no this will be the laugh that
you saved just for me, the one that’s weird, publicly embarrassing, yet sweet,
because that’s how you’re feeling towards me right now. You won’t think
about all the coffee cups and oven mitts I tried to steal while waiting for you to finish shopping at Kohl’s last week, and which somehow, I don’t know,  made you angry? You won’t feel guilty
for overreacting like you did when picking me up at the holding tank for non-violent criminal violations. I still don’t know what got you so pissed off. Anyways, you won’t
plan what you’re having for dinner tonight because I stopped at McDonalds on the way over and picked you up a fish filet and a football follies DVD to watch together tonight. You will soak the right now
of this up. Our moment. Football follies. Fish Filets. Boom.

I’d like you to play with my hair. Anywhere you want, where ever I’m growing it. I’ve got hair everywhere and that is what you love so much about me. Especially that I like to show it off with a good old fashioned skin-tight low cut tank top. Don’t pat the head with a flat
hand, put your fingers under it, on it, and then run them
through the hair like it’s a bush of love. Wrap both of your arms around the pooper
and give me a long, tight squeeze, the kind where in the last second, I accidentally release a little bomb back there, you know the kind, where your straining and straining to hold it in and you are on the precipice of gaseous destruction and even the slightest little thing can cause the greatest, longest blast of fish-filet smelling nastiness that we don’t even want to talk about in our moment of intimate romance, watching football follies. Then I’d like you to close your eyes, so I
can adjust myself freely without
you watching me, I’ve got some pride too you know. I want to again gently yet warmly kiss you girl, fondle your globes, slosh my tongue against yours. I want to stroke the slope of
your nose and your eyelids without getting any tartar sauce on them and admire from afar, how much time it takes for the average girl to put mascara on.

I’d like you to run your thumb over my lips. Cup my face with both of
your hands. And I want you to suck my tongue right out of me. This will be a kiss that is sloppy with overactive saliva glands brought on from the salt of the fish filets and lukewarm french fries. Let it go from light sucking to deep turbo vacuum sucking and then just straight up oral sex again I guess. Seemingly endless oral sex  that doesn’t lead to my having to reciprocate necessarily, I mean, I could, I guess but, It doesn’t need to. You’ll do it simply to feel the warmth that it brings on its own. Then I
want you to roll me over. Gently rest your beer on top of me and hold mine while I do some pilates exercises in the nude, with all my body hair, flowing in the gentle breeze of that fan I bought you from Walmart for Christmas.

Then, I want you to start at the beginning and do it again.

I wish I could believe something as good as that could happen in real life

oh it can. I’ve definitely experienced this and it is indeed good. 

http://www.lovetoshopping.org

I have FREAKING GOOSEBUMPS!

This is what we all want… Beautiful piece Karyn. Perfection. I love your style of the written word. I would pay $ for a book of perfect pieces like this one. You can’t give this away so freely. I will wait patiently. Your biggest fan, Vicky

The thumb caress across the lips, face hold to the liquifying light kiss deepening and then back to light…
S W O O N ! Oh my…

Euphoric words. Saturday can’t come soon enough…

This is what I want. 

so not into shaggling with a dude who re-writes my thoughts. 

I don’t think the dude was serious looks like it was in fun I liked the rewrite. “Slamnatious hips” awesome!

I wish I wrote this.

Ew.  Pre-teen, media- generated fantasy.

“ Our moment. Football follies. Fish Filets. Boom.”

Can we go on a date?!

i feel you. hurts.

You just described my boyfriends behavior in your wishes, thanks for reminding me that I´m the luckiest girl in the world!

Sending this to my husband of 22 years.  He was offended earlier this week when I asked for just this.  Makes me sad.

This was brilliant xD

I have to disagree with you on that. I think this is a lovely little window into those slow, hesitant moments when you are first getting to know someone else and their body. I do not see how this is a ‘media-generated fantasy’. It’s called being intimate and people have been doing it for quite some time now actually. Each to their own opinion, but just because you haven’t experienced something doesn’t mean that it doesn’t exist in the real world.

This is very sweet. I love the description of wanting to feel his weight. So many men think it is a problem or that they will squish us if they lay on us. Feels quite nice actually.

but a good way to let him know how to get himself a nice bj.

dont fuck with the football ladies :)

I don’t see how simply cuddling with someone is a “media-generated fantasy.” My boyfriend and I cuddle all the time. Sometimes it leads to sex, sometimes we just want to cuddle. My friends and I cuddle as well. There is nothing generated about it; it is a fairly natural want/action. Once you hit a certain intimacy with someone (be it friendly or romantic) cuddling is like a walk in the park.

Laughter, of this kind? Says “I don’t want to be anywhere else, with anyone else, that simply your presence is the joy in my life.”
That’s the kind of laughter here….

I wasted a lot of years wishing for someone who be like this. Wish I’d paid more attention to taking care of myself instead of hoping for a romantic who didn’t exist.

Um. Yes we can. I wouldn’t get my hopes up if I were you though. The Football Follies VHS is currently checked out at the library. You might have to settle for Smokey and The Bandit II.

Aww. Karyn, impersonation is the highest form of flattery. Even Mozart wrote variations of the compositions of his colleagues, Einstein borrowed math formulas to comprise his theory of relativity, and Dom Delouise was always riding Burt Reynolds’ coattails. So, I guess in an accidental way, I’ve just sort of referred to myself as Mozart, Einstein, and Dom Delouise all rolled into. one…Awesome.

And to set the record straight, the thought of shagging with you never entered my mind while re-composing your lovely composition, I mean, don’t get me wrong, its not that I don’t like you or anything. I just don’t think of you “that” way you know? I’m sure you’re great and all, but you just don’t strike me as my “type” you know: the kind of girl that will just kick her Nascar flipflops up on the engine block I use for a coffee table, and hold my Pabst Blue Ribbon beer while I dig the caked motor oil out of my fingernails? Or better yet, she will do it for me? mmmm…swoon.  Anyway, I think you’re great but lets just be friends OK? Its not you, its me. Keep up the great writing.

Love,

George

You are wonderful. Don’t get me wrong, I liked the original too, but this was a nice rebuttal. Meow Gusta.

used to have a guy like this…cant imagine having this with anyone else. too bad ill never be able to get him back

used to have a guy like this…cant imagine having this with anyone else. too bad ill never be able to get him back

tbh this was disgusting. people needa stfu and live on because your definition of perfection changes with each time you find a new version

Dude,
Not everybody in the world is a douche and therefore some people believe that this is attainable. Now if you could kindly shut the fuck up so that the rest of us could enjoy this woman’s beautiful work of art it would be greatly appreciated.
Sincerely,
Someone who is lucky enough to get to enjoy a partner like this.

So perfectly written. There is nothing like the weight of a man on top of you. Nothing.

…someone’s bitter….

Yeah. You need to get laid.

….describing a cuddle scene makes you want to jerk off?

Adorable.. Slamnatious? Really??
Marry me.

err… no.

The short answer? Yes. YES I WILL MARRY YOU! I was waiting and waiting for you to ask. I’m so excited. I’ll start making the arrangements. There is a beautiful Arby’s right near City Hall that would serve as SUCH a romantic setting for our reception…mmm swoon. Don’t worry about the cost, we’ll only have open-drink fountain for the first hour, thereafter everyone can buy their own Jamocha shakes. Then you and I will depart for our honeymoon in the tropical paradise for newlyweds: Kingman, AZ. My cousin has already promised to loan me his 84 Camaro for the trip over. Then, its all about MAKIN BABIES…baby. I’m thinking 4 boys and 3 girls would that be enough? Mostly so we have help harvesting the weeds in the field behind our trailer (“our” trailer…I can’t believe I’m saying that ALREADY!) Ah Haley Cloney – has a nice ring to it doesn’t it? I know right!? Anyway, we’ll be so happy together.

I don’t understand the negative comments here, or the ones that say that boys don’t want this or aren’t like this. My boyfriend is the one who found this, and he read it aloud to me while we were laying together on my bed. It’s really beautiful.

I miss it too…so much.  I fear I’ll never have it again.

You get off to this??

Weird.

I’m 400 pounds and hairy as hell. You don’t mind, do you Karyn?

Nah you’ve had worse. ;)

That would be the wise course of action. You have an admirable brain, fart.

That would be the wise course of action. You have an admirable brain, fart.

This is what I’d do with a girl if I had a girlfriend.

you and me both, sister.

bj…mmm…swoon.

amazing

I had a night just like this on New Years Eve. I was sleeping over at his house along with one of our friends and my brother. At around 2 o’clock in the morning my brother fell asleep. Twenty minutes later our friend fell asleep. He proceeded to walk over to the couch I was laying on and laid down on top of me. We’ve been friends for years but unfortunately I live hours away from him. Whenever I visit, something romantic happens. Before the other night, the most romantic thing we’d done was dance together. We were up until 4 in the morning. We talked a couple times. We laughed at the others snoring. But mostly we just stared at eachother. Neither of us found it the slightest bit weird. I pointed this out and we laughed. He kept telling me that he should go to bed so he’d hold me for a long while before I convinced him not to. We did this a couple times until he finally had to go. He kissed me and went to bed. I had to leave the next morning. I missed him the second I walked out the door.