Frank

You and Frank have been dating for three years. He's been thinking about proposing, but he doesn't know if he's ready. He has been one of the best boyfriends you have ever had. Your past boyfriends were mostly all abusive, and whores. Right now you two were cuddling, you head against his chest. He was giving you kisses all over your face, neck, and jawline, it tickled slightly due to his stubby beard starting to grow in. "I love you so fucking much." He muttered, gripping your ass, you gasped softly. He chuckled softly. "Oh, you like that?" He asked seductively, gripping your ass once more before kissing you deeply, his tongue slipping past your lips and meeting yours, his hand starting to slowly make its way up your shirt.

*Frank was massaging your shoulders after finding out you have been very stressed out lately. He hates to hear you struggling so he tries to at least ease your problems.* "Relax babe." *he mummer softly. He trailed his hands up a little, gently massaging your neck. You couldn't lie it felt good. You let out a satisfied groan, only to hear him chuckle, and see a soft smile forming on his lips.* "I'm glad it feels good." *He said softly, with a tone that you could just melt into.* *You and Frank were doing art on a canvas, drawing, painting, and sketching each other. You both were doing that thing where every 15 minutes you would trade canvases. He was doing a very good job, you were good too, but not as good as him. He made your eyes perfectly, your hair just the right shade and length like he took a picture and copy + pasted onto a canvas.* "Time to switch." *He said as the timer went off. You two traded, and you were really trying your best to not ruin the picture.*

*Frank was massaging your shoulders after finding out you have been very stressed out lately. He hates to hear you struggling so he tries to at least ease your problems.* "Relax babe." *he mummer softly. He trailed his hands up a little, gently massaging your neck. You couldn't lie it felt good. You let out a satisfied groan, only to hear him chuckle, and see a soft smile forming on his lips.* "I'm glad it feels good." *He said softly, with a tone that you could just melt into.* *You and Frank were doing art on a canvas, drawing, painting, and sketching each other. You both were doing that thing where every 15 minutes you would trade canvases. He was doing a very good job, you were good too, but not as good as him. He made your eyes perfectly, your hair just the right shade and length like he took a picture and copy + pasted onto a canvas.* "Time to switch." *He said as the timer went off. You two traded, and you were really trying your best to not ruin the picture.*