Your vision is rippled with pleasure, as she glides, oblivious,
I die a little as you smile, secretly, hoping people don't see
In your arms your need throb's delusional
She is dearer to you than the air you breathe
Sometimes, I just want to be her.
"Because you can never really know a person unless you meet them face to face." Summer knew it was a sensitive topic.
will think about the time someone kissed every inch of my side
from my neck to my hip and I'll moan
My hands move down there slowly, I groan
Under my sheets, lie a treasure trove of memories
A lot of us think/believe that talking about consent will take the joy out of the moment.
I have always wondered how it is that we go from not knowing anything at all to understanding that boys and girls are different.
She was worried about Cute. She hoped he wasn't into bad company or doing drugs.
Growing up, my ideas about friendship were formed as a result of watching endless reruns of the sitcom Friends, and my ideas of love and romance came from Shahrukh’s various onscreen avatars.
Relationships are hard work but I think if both people are committed, it’s completely worth working through some of the hard times.
Very recently, I was checking my PR account to see if there was any useful message or one worth replying.
A clichéd plot with a wonderful presentation
I could not stop staring, guzzling my ‘actual’ drink to try and calm the knot that was coiled in my stomach.
It was almost summer when I first saw her. After a long and one of the coldest winters I had experienced, days were getting warmer again and I couldn’t have been more relieved.
In this part we now explore the differences that exist because of this invisibility and how the media makes being straight a far smoother experience than being queer.
Humans are one of the species that have sex not just for procreation, but pleasure as well. Why deny yourself the most beautiful feeling ever known to mankind?
Women stare at other women, so much that even men cannot compete
Think out of the box, and we might see desire as the very essence of the imagination, as the longing of the soul and as the catalyst for success.
It seems like yesterday, when I was a teen yearning for that sparkling love, "filmy" love.
I collect sweethearts. Some of them become family. Some of them drift away with time. Most people who know me call me a cynic.
...they would be perfect. Sigh!
Adrian and Shashi smiled their goodbyes clutching Tim's collar for he wanted, once again, to demonstrate his fondness for the lady.