Every year around this time I find myself wondering how the hell the year went so fast – where did it go? Can I get it back? The old maxim about time speeding up as you get older is 100% true. Tomorrow is my birthday. I can’t quite believe I’m going to be 32, which sounds so very old in my head, though I know it’s not. It’s just that I don’t feel like...
I’m a very odd duck when it comes to the question of “cum”. I absolutely love for a man to come in my mouth – it’s my ending of preference, actually, as there’s nothing like feeling those pulses between your lips, thighs sweetly trembling, the soft cries of a man in ecstasy above you, and the warm salty taste of his pleasure. God. What was I saying? Ah, yes...
Just occurred to me this morning (ah… even single, I can have morning-after regrets) that perhaps posting yesterday about my hatred of rubber and my fondness for giving head without protection might not be so politically correct given that yesterday was World AIDS Day. Oh, sure, I’m not the only one out there making such a huge gaffe. But I’m not sure I’m comfortable with...