I was feeling a little grrrr-umbly about that until I looked at his bed sheets and saw the hand prints.
Posts Tagged ‘espresso’
Sunday Bloody Sunday
Posted in Extreme Naughtiness, Food Worth Mentioning, Hmmmm, LMFAO, making out, Medical Disclosures, tagged bad waiters, beer, bloody handprint, blow jobs, bradley cooper, espresso, Europe, give head, grey hair, hairdresser, heirloom tomato salad, hickie, mussels, period, period sex, ralph fiennes, sexual marathon, sexy black dress, soccer, steak frites, stylist, train, typography on 04/06/2010 | 1 Comment »
Days of Wine and Roses
Posted in Extreme Naughtiness, Hmmmm, making out, Nice Gifts, Young Ones, tagged brazilian wax, down tempo, espresso, exhibitionist, frustrated, kimono micro thin condoms, mahler, Michel Cluizel, morcheeba, NPR, Rilke, sex, skype, This American Life, trip hop, voyeur, webcam on 31/01/2010 | Leave a Comment »
He wants to wait a little longer. AAACK! I am wearing one article of clothing, sprawled out with mussed up hair, looking at him in shock and disbelief through sexually charged eyes and thinking he might be kidding. He might start laughing at any moment and just take me. But he doesn’t, and I whimper, and we continue to make out for a while but some of the sheen is gone.
I am NOT going to have sex with you, no, REALLY
Posted in First Dates, Hmmmm, making out, Out with Friends, Uncategorized, Young Ones, tagged condoms, cupcakes, espresso, making out, manscaping, musician, period, safe sex, sexual games, starbucks, tit slapping, turkish, unibrow, writer on 18/01/2010 | Leave a Comment »
He is a tit slapper. What in the fuck is with that?! Yeah, no, I don’t like that. That’s distracting and silly to me. Stop that.
