It was not enough. It was too much. It was everything.
Iโd want to have sex with myself. All the time.
Men are like roses. You have to watch out for the pricks.
A thong. God bless the thong. He hooked his fingers in the silk sides and tugged, rolling the silk down her legs until it hit the floor, his favorite place for panties.
I'm not defined by what people think of me. My happiness comes from within.
Obeying the rules might be smart, but it's not as nearly as much fun.