“Only if she let’s me put my finger in her mouth after its been inside her.”
“I like to be free to move around during sex, but tie me down during oral any day. That’s super sexy.”
Poetry, like sex, momentarily destroys the misery of the world.
We are biologically engineered as flirts.
It’s been two years, five months, and twenty-eight days, and I’m still not over you.
“Why should I think of her any differently? I also slept with her on the first date and if that’s frowned upon for a woman then it should also be frowned upon for a man because it takes two people to hook up.”
If you’re both semi-fluent in another language, try dirty talking in it. Your mother tongue is not allowed.
Love is real.
“If the chemistry is there and you’re both feeling each other then why not have sex on the first date? If he pressures you into it then absolutely not, but if it’s a mutual feeling I say go for it.”
You’ll laugh til you cry because all these are so spot on.