I got married to the bulldog. That makes him officially MY bulldog.

I am extremely upset over his extremely short response to my facebook message ... I think I am qualified to be extremely vigilant the coming days, to be extremely aware of signals and future facebook responses from his side and I call him and he doesn't answer the phone and I call the home phone and of course ... we are conversing in 14 minutes but he closes it up such a casual manner .. just a "see you then" no sigh or a draged out " bye bye" ... and then "no, you hang up " and all that nauseating vomit of a "goodbye" which takes place in a telephone conversation between two how are in love ... and it is perhaps evidence of his originality and my uterus is sinking down and I can feel my vagina gasp after him like a fish on land ... Help .. Fucking help!

We are finally quiet and our bodies are lying quietly side by side but his verbal seizures continues and he talks in his sleep and he says "I wanna go home, I wanna go home" and he writhes around in bed, and then he says "I'm gonna fight in Bellator" and he tightens his fist and makes a little short sound like "Mm". With his giant hand he grabs my neck and now my jaw and he shakes it a little... Now he lies quiet...... he lies perfectly still on his back and I sink into my own sleep but wake up again when he turns over and speaks out in a clear voice directly into my ear "Fuck Mordor" and I smile and roll over on the side and he me grabs me around the waist with his strong arm and pulls my body against his and holds on me with a firm grip and I fall asleep.

He said "you can't be my Boo" and so right then that was all I wanted to be.

We stand on the porch smoking a Marlboro and drinking a Mickey's and he says "yo, such a shame we didn't...fornicate...last night" and I look up at him and says "dude, you had your dick in my ass "! "Don't you remember "?...."oh, yeah"! and we both laugh and it's just super nice.

So, I've thought about it and I see it like this: We are each other's therapists and we perform therapy on each other on each other's bodies and on each other's brains. He sticks his dick in me and that is to tell my body that I am still a woman and I open my pussy for him and it is to tell his body that he is still a man and we kiss and breathe air in and out through each other's openings and fill each other bodies with oxygen and it is to tell each other that we are worth it and we deserve to live and he says in mandatory terms "get down" and I lay down on the floor and he... inserts... and he presses it deeply inside of me, it's deep-therapy and it's about getting through as deeply as possible and I feel a scream pushing on but he command again and says "shut the fuck up" and he grabs my face with his huge hand, his hand is hiding half of my face and his sweat drips onto my back, he keeps repeating the same command "shut up"..."shut up" and I do, I don´t speak a word, absolutely nothing. I just smile and enjoy the therapy and enjoying that I don't have to think about anything or take any kind of decision but simply obey his stiff cock to drill in and out and now he drops his forehead onto my back and I can hear him exhale deeply and he leans his upper body against mine and now it's like I wake up again and the hypnosis is over but it is sweet agreement and it is good therapy and it costs absolutely nothing. In fact I wanna recommend.

THE AMERICAN BULLDOG