I’ve been reading a book where the central character, desperate to be loved, is putting in a hell of a lot of effort before her dates, but going about it all in the wrong way.
Yeah, the notion of having the need/being driven to do this is troubling, noted with hilarity, empathy, plus some relief of not having gone all the way😆
Yeah, the notion of having the need/being driven to do this is troubling, noted with hilarity, empathy, plus some relief of not having gone all the way😆
Are there even hairs on my labia or even on my arsehole? I don’t know, I haven’t looked or tried to look. 😂.