It’s been a long day and I get home tired. I’m looking forward to a night of mindless TV show watching and perhaps a few glasses of wine. Best of all, I’m looking forward to doing all this in the arms of my sweetie, cuddling under a blanket, not saying a word. In case you’re wondering, yes I fully intend to treat him like my own cuddle-bear that exists only to cuddle the hell outta me. The very thought of this makes me very happy.
Soon enough the wine bottle is opened, Orange is the New Black is playing on Netflix, and said sweetie and I are lounging on the L-shaped sofa – we are off to a good start. I am fully prepared to binge watch OITNB until I fall asleep right there on the sofa. This sounds like an effing great night.
Before we go on, I have to say that I am a master cuddler. If they were giving out awards for the art of the cuddle, I would be there winning them. My cuddles will make you feel safe, warm, wanted and loved. I have to use them responsibly, because you know, with great power and
