I'm never happier than in the bed.
Eric, what are you doing?" "Snuggling." "Get out of my bed!" -Sookie Stackhouse, Eric Northman
If I had my way we'd sleep every night all wrapped around each other like hibernating rattlesnakes.
And I love the idea of spending the whole day in bed with my lover.
Hookers don't like to snuggle.
There's nothing quite as perfect as going to a dark room where you can eat fattening food next to the man you love. OK. All right. Like. The man you like.
My eyes flew open, and I pushed back against rock-hard shoulders. I let out a little squeak of horror. "It's me," said a familiar voice. ..."Eric, what are you doing here?" "Snuggling.
My husband and I work to keep our weekends pretty unscheduled, which leaves room for spontaneity. I love low-key mornings at home, making breakfast with my kids, snuggling together in bed, and reading the papers.
When I get into bed at night, I hope I don't get into it alone!
Who doesn't love snuggling to bed?
I don't know about you, but I think blankets are the best, especially your own personal blanket.
Our cat is kind dove shellfish, and thinks the world is hers, She finds a comfy spot and then we pet turtle sheep purrs.
It's all about the blanket. Blanket, pillow, and red wine. You should always be asleep on a plane.
I love gross kissing. I think it's the most fun thing to do.
My softer side? I mean, I like to snuggle.
I love being home and being cozy, even if it's in a nightgown and some UGG boots!
Building a little bonfire at night on the beach and lying on a blanket with my wife under the stars is not only sexy, it's romantic.
I don't have any particular burning desire to go back to being cuddly. Not really.
Whoever named it necking was a poor judge of anatomy.
All I really wanted to do was cuddle back under the blankets, maybe with a certain stuffed toy penguin I knew. Yeah, hiding sounded good.
I love that time when all you want to do is cocoon with your baby in your own little world, when you carry them around all the time in a little pouch or sling.
Being cuddly has nothing to do with size.
All I can think about is bed.” “We’re sharing the same thought.” “You’re thinking about bed too?” “I’m thinking about YOU in MY bed.
Hilda and I slept alongside each other fully dressed, head to feet.
Here's who it's okay to share a bed with: . . . A heating pad. An empty bag of pita chips. The love of your life.
