buddhabelly

Tummy Tuesday, y'all. Rub the Buddha.

Before the deluge. Getting ready to shower.

Just made groceries. Now I gotta start the laundry.
But first, a little nipple pinch.

Finished a scarf for myself. Noro Silk Garden. The various shades of blue make me happy.

Fat Cock Friday.

Throwback Thursday. Montreal, 2007.
Deodorant free since 2005.

Fat Bear Week!
Or, Tummy Tuesday.

Early voting has started in my fair city. Here's a picture from our last election.

Christmas knitting on the needles.
Almost done with scarf #5.

I'd just like to inhale that bush and stick my tongue in your foreskin.

I am so very sorry.

Fat Cock Friday.

Throwback Thursday. New Orleans, Mississippi River, January, 2010.

Titty Tuesday.

I have to start getting ready for work in 15 minutes.
Ueurgh.

Scrotum Saturday.

Throwback Fursday, ca. 2016.

Tummy Tuesday. In the fitting room trying on new trousers.

Augurissimi! Have a wonderful birthday!

Finished Scarf. Wool is unknown breed, my friend got it at a farmers' market, and I made her a scarf. Just mailed it off to her yesterday.

Depression sucks. I hope you're getting help with that.
And I'm sorry you're feeling unattractive. I think you're one of the prettiest men I've seen here.

I'm not a slut. I'm a strumpet.

Fat Cock Friday.

Babygirl likes to help me knit.

Tummy Tuesday.

People who gatekeep bears (or anything) are flaming assholes. You're cute, you're fuzzy, and probably have a killer accent that would make every Yank swoon. Bear is a mindset. My hubs has almost no body hair at all, but is bear AF.
So are you.

I took a Welsh course, many years ago. I was reading The mabinogion and couldn't pronounce the names. I remember cariad and bore da, can count to six, and not much else, cariad.

Trying to scroll through Bluesky and Babygirl demands cuddles.

I would cuddle the fuck out of you, cariad. You're adorable.

I prefer girth to length. Your cock is perfect.