Does anybody have the pictures of Charlie with his dad and brother?
Get to know me meme - [1/5] real life couples: Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie
My love. Your support and your guidance makes everything that I do possible. - Angelina on Brad.
So this big dumb stupid puppy head went to heaven on January 27, 2014, the same day my nephew was born. I know that Riley was “just” a dog and I know that I should be over it but I’m not. I miss him every day. I don’t know how I’m supposed to be without him. He was supposed to be “just a dog.” But he turned into one of my best-friends. The guy who always made me laugh when I needed it. Well, I need him now; I need him to make this pain stop. I need him back.
Imagine Charlie wants you to fulfill all his wildest sexual fantasies and being more than happy to oblige. After all, he was the birthday boy!
Happy Birthday, Mr. Hunnam!
"Happy birthday, Charlie!" the last of our friends say as he shuts the door behind them. The house is suddenly noticeably quiet, and he locks the door and then spins around to face me."Babe, that was an amazing party. I was so surprised. I am so lucky to have you.""Oh baby, it was nothing. I just wanted to show you how much I love you. I haven’t even given you your birthday present yet." I reply."I’ll take my present now, Mrs. Hunnam." He says as his eyes darken and his mouth spreads in a seductive smile. He pushes himself off the door he is leaning on, and walks over to me with that sexy swagger of his, leading with his hips. When he reaches me he cradles my head in his hands and kisses me with his full soft lips until I can’t help but moan into his mouth.
Not “Imagine Charlie” – Part 18.
I’m hot. Too hot, and I’m drenched in sweat. I open my eyes to find that the sun hasn’t risen yet. What time is it? I look over at the cable box. It’s 6:24 am. Seeing Charlie’s body wrapped around mine, I’m already dreading having to go to work today. His head is buried in the crook of my neck, arms are clinging at my rib cage and my right leg is trapped between his legs. No wonder I’m sweating. I press a soft kiss against his forehead and pull back immediately. Charlie’s skin is boiling hot. I raise my hand and place it firmly against his forehead. He has a fever and his skin is moist… It’s not my sweat, it’s his. That’s kind of gross.I giggle a bit and Charlie stirs awake.
“Did I wake you up?” I ask apologetically.
“No, I’ve barely slept.” He clears his throat. “I’ve probably been awake for hours. It’s hot as hell in here, the thermostat must be on high.”
“Uh no, babe. It’s you.” I look down at him and he half winks through squinting eyes.
“You’re not so bad yourself,” he says and kisses my shoulder.
“As much as that is true,” I smirk, “I literally meant that it’s you. You have a fever.”