Because accepting heartbreak is simply not an option
Last night, my childhood dog died. His name was Wilfred, and he was an 11.5-year-old French Bulldog.
My parents adopted him when I was 19 years old. And while I was no longer technically considered a child, Wilfred was the only pet my family had. So, for lack of better words, he was indeed my childhood dog.
And besides, I think we can all agree that 19-year olds can still act like immature babies.
I wish I were dreaming or even mindlessly making up a story for the claps and views on Medium. …
Give him a sneak peek by peeing with the door open
So, I see you’re interested in being the most memorable lay your man has ever had? Well, you’ve come to the right place.
But let’s just get this out of the way — you’re gonna have a hard time getting a man to orgasm unless you’re a virgin.
All men are incredibly experienced with sex, and most of them hate when women try to bring their own skills and preferences into the bedroom. …
Why I have a hard time appreciating
It was 2 am, and I was in the middle of a passionate sexting session with a man I matched with on Tinder.
Luca was a gorgeous blond visiting the US from England. He was only in town for a few days, and his busy schedule with friends meant we probably couldn’t meet up in person. But that didn’t stop him from messaging me late one night after downing a few beers with his friends.
My phone buzzed.
Want to see something hot?
From past experience, I knew this translated to a dick pic. But surprisingly, I actually wanted to see it. We had no plans to meet face to face, so at least I wanted to see what I would be missing. And besides, he kept bragging about his “hard, uncut English monster.” …