Harry and I met while I was on a poetry tour in London. There was this instant, palpable feeling that we already knew each other.
You have gentle, tender sex as often as you have rough, animalistic sex.
This song describes someone moaning so loudly, they need to bite a pillow. Well, f*ck.
He’s not a “bad texter” – he’s just not interested.
You wouldn’t even be reading this right now if it weren’t for the sex your parents had years ago! So why do we deny ourselves the opportunity to participate in such a beautiful experience?
You send her more texts, trying to sound cool. But you are so drunk, you don’t realize those “few” texts were actually about 40. And you panic and try to fix the situation.
When you say, “We aren’t doing xyz” and he says “why not” or “come on it’ll be fun” that is not an appropriate answer. If you say no, you are not obligated to give anyone a reason why.
Having sex with someone is easy but being in love with someone is hard.
You’re pretending you don’t care, when you clearly do.
My loins trembled as the scent of toupee adhesive and spray tan swept through my nasal cavity. I wanted nothing more than to turn around and see the golden god behind these scents, but I couldn’t move.