Maybe the male body alone doesn’t do the trick for you. Maybe his voice would turn you on more. Maybe his scent would turn you on more. That’s why you should ask him to whisper dirty things in your ear or spritz on that cologne you love.
You climb under the covers so you can cuddle with them, even if you’re boiling hot and don’t understand why the hell they need to wear three blankets at once.
I didn’t create some fantasy world where we texted all day and flirted all night. We actually did text. We actually did flirt. And you actually did care–or, at least, you acted like you did. So don’t call me a psycho for thinking you wanted to be with me. You gave me every reason to think that.
Take a relaxing bath. You don’t need romantic music and a glass of red wine, as long as you have a bath bomb. The pretty colors swirling over your skin will make you feel beautiful, even when your period is trying to make you feel like crap.
“It quickly escalates to Mr. Krabs tormenting Plankton to the point where he never leaves the Chum Bucket, has nightmares, and eventually attempts suicide. I am not exaggerating at all.”
“He asked me questions about my physical appearance and then started asking me creepy things like if I had pubic hair or wore a bra.”
I asked him how close he was to orgasming, but he was so entranced by my warm pussy and my bouncing tits that moaning was the only answer he could give me.
Date someone who holds your hand throughout the entire movie, but squeezes just a little bit tighter whenever there’s a kissing scene or a romantic carpet ride.
Suck on one of his fingers. That way, he can imagining you going down on him while he’s going down on you.
“Tender Morsels by Margo Lanagan: In addition to incest, this novel contains a shit ton of gang rape scenes and mentions of suicide.”