After 12 years of happy marriage, 3 kids, and a lot of dedication, my husband and I have gone through a phase in which sex began to feel like hard work.
When you move to big cities, you have to think of your economy very well, and sharing an apartment is the most conscious thing you can do, you save money on rent.
Some girls might say that size doesn’t matter, but that’s bullshit, it does matter in my opinion, there is no way you can ever enjoy sex with a tiny dick, let alone have an orgasm.
It was my fourth date with Tom, and I knew it was going to be the night we had hot, rough sex. At least, that was what he kept promising me.
Those porn movies that show a masseuse sliding her hands on a man’s glistening skin and then flicks to the masseuse and the client sharing a couple of words and all of a sudden they’re having sex rampantly right away, sorry to break it to you but that doesn’t happen.
I was delighted and eager for Saturday, Amy even asked me to check closely every inch of her body to check that she was looking perfect and to show me that she had waxed every inch of herself.
Aaron was the only customer who could get a consistent smile out of me. Being a barista meant seeing a lot of people every day, especially repeat customers. For the most part, I was my typical shy self at work.
I always thought that my neighbor next door, Dave, was disgusting. Not in the usual sense, no. He wouldn’t smell or look dirty, but he had a personality that left a lot to be desired.
I always knew that I was meant to be in charge. I was a leader in my school, in college and now at work. It was as I was born to make people listen to me and make all my wishes come true.
Some men just know that they’re weak and some need to learn it and I’m ready to help. Thing is, I love to show them how exactly weak and pathetic they are using the power I have over them.
