This flu is kicking my ass.

It really is.

This is one of the times I wish I had a dude to take care of me.
Get me up on my soup and make store runs.
Check up on me on occasions.
Take my temperature and feed me my medicine…..

…. all while wearing Timbalands, a white apron, and buck ass NAKED….well, maybe boxer briefs.
Yeah I said it.
His stethoscope all swing buck wild.
Nasty ass….. you know what I mean.

(shit even give me a routine prostate exam….)

But, seriously, imagine this…

Maybe having this kind of body visual situation right here:

Damn.

So imagine your man coming into the room,
wearing nothing but a white apron, stethoscope, Timbalands, and carrying a silver tray.

” You ok boo?” He asks, smiling.
“No baby.” You reply, coughing.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, walking over to you.
“Well baby….” You say, turning your head to the side, “I dropped the remote.”

He looks around.

“Where is it?” He asks, looking bewildered.

You take the remote from under the covers and throw it across the room.

“It’s over there.” You say, pointing with a devilish grin.

He smiles at you and proceeds to  go pick it up. He bends over and you get a full view of the cakes and the thighs. His chest muscles contracting as he walks over to you…..

….whew, is it getting hot in here or is it just me?
I felt my mouth water. LOL