At least, that’s what he told me. In excited tones, no less. Waving his arms about and grinning like a lunatic.
“She’s giving me her gonorrhea!” Continue reading
. . . begin to fray . . .
It is a beautiful unfolding, this process. Like so many sexual petals unfurling. It is an exquisite evolvement, a fragile flowering.
Learning a lover.
It is one of my favorite things about a relationship. The exploration, the questioning, the delving in.
The learning. Continue reading
I’m going to let you in on two pieces of wisdom here, people:
- Cock size matters.
- It matters in a different way than you’ve been conditioned to understand.