He's My.............

Due to a few loose lips (of mine, blame Mr Smirnoff, again) and a curious Toyboy attempting to get information out of me, I kinda think he's on the verge of discovering Yummy Mammy. Whoops. Ah well, it's not like I've said anything bad about him anyway.

So to counteract him potentially finding me out I'm going to write a really nice post about him and tell you all the reasons why I absolutely adore him.

He's gorgeous
He's verrrrrrrry sexy
He's a bloke (no hogging the mirror and taking longer than me to get ready)
He's very loving, kind and caring
He has the most devine lushious lips that I love kissing
He has the best thighs you could ever imagine
He has a heart of gold and not a bad bone in his body
He's my friend, a good friend (very important)
He isn't afraid to share "too much information" with me, which includes details of bodily functions (seemingly a sign of being comfortable)
He looks at me with doe eyes and I can't help but smile


So surely you must be wondering what his bad points are, after all, we all have them.

He communicates via telepathy
He really knows how to pick his moments of when to go shy on me, usually making me look a tick in the process (but I know he doesn't mean it, and he isn't up there on the confidence levels like me and I just have to remember that).

And I think that's pretty much it. I can't think of any other bad points. Damn. Now if he reads this his ego will be the size of a house and his head won't fit through the door.