“Turns out there was a serial killer on the loose luring campers to their deaths with decapitated heads.”
“Amnesia was the first game that made me slam my laptop shut while screaming because I got scared.”
He’s given you a back massage before.
Don’t force yourself to moan, because you think he’ll find it hot. Don’t pretend that you love a certain position when it’s killing your back. And please, oh please, don’t fake your orgasms.
He asks you to lie about wanting kids or about being Catholic, so that she’ll approve of you.
Max: Never actually uses his dog bed. He prefers the couch.
Don’t talk about how cute he looked in his sweatshirt or that sweet text he sent you. Don’t talk about the weird status he posted or the way that he’s been ignoring you. Don’t even talk about how you’re so done with boys and never want to date again.
Ease into exhibitionism by having sex in front of a mirror. You could place it above your bed, so you can see your partner’s backside while he’s thrusting during missionary, or you could hang it on the wall by your bed to watch yourself bounce.
I didn’t want unlimited opportunities to message you. I didn’t want to be tempted to say hello when I noticed that you were online at the same time as me or comment on your page when you posted a ridiculously attractive photo.
When you go out with your friends, you talk about how hot the waiter is and how you wish you were single so you could hook up with him.