Bad girls gone wicked
The lost art of taking it sloooooooooow. Recently we (society) seem to have regained our appreciation for all things slow, “slow food” being my personal favorite. So I thought, why not apply this rule to the rest of life? A good friend of mine recently told me I was, “giving it up too easily and
I took him As I moved my lips around him, taking him to the limits of his control, I could again feel the pull of my female desire, hot and impatient in its need. Giving him a break, looking up to make eye contact, his face told me I had kept him waiting long enough.
When I first watched Scandal I knew that something epic was unfolding right before our eyes. Olivia Pope was tough, smart, boss inside out. Throughout the seasons she just got better. And better. And better. Which brings us to this season, where she has fully arrived. You see it in her walk. You see it
Gents, we need to have a talk about dating rules. Recently, the standard has seriously declined and without good reason. Tinder and such are facilitators that remove the first awkward approach at a bar, taking away the need for shit like: “Did it hurt?, when you fell from heaven?”, or “Do you come here often?”.
“If it isn’t even trying to run away, I don’t want it”. Wise words from an otherwise plain man. There I was indulging in one of my favorite pastimes, drinking a sexy cocktail in a sexy bar and chatting to a friend. He and I looked around the bar checking out the people and talking
The parameters had been predefined He was watching me as I bent over for him, standing before Kristian, naked and vulnerable, I felt, to my own surprise, exceptionally confident. I don’t believe I could have done it, this, stood so exposed, the first time, with what could only be termed a “normal” date. The fact
It had always been a daring prospect. What if you threw it all in and actually got paid for all those dates, all those witty conversations and the hours spent flirting. Not to mention the mediocre unsatisfying sex that often followed, of which you can actually have had too much, far too much to warrant
In all my quests in sexual enlightenment, freedom, experiencing reality and finally trying to have sex “like a man”. I have lost my way. I know with absolute certainty that I am not this girl. In all that “trying not to feel” I wholeheartedly succeeded and in the process became completely numb, instead of the
