I don't stand out in a crowd. I'm the girl you don't notice, not because I'm unattractive, but because the sight of my friend's cleavage and legs diverts blood away from your brain and takes up all your attention. Not that it matters; if I want you, I'll let you know.
This blog is not safe for work. It covers, among other things, my more unusual sexual fantasies and experiences, most of which my closest friends have never heard about.
As if she has any idea what to look for. (I sure wouldn’t!)
I’m an auto mechanic, for crying out loud! Why can’t I remember what any of these things do?
Oh come now. You weren’t really using those brain cells, so we just repurposed them. You should thank us…and you will...
I’m an auto mechanic, for crying out loud! Why can’t I remember what any of these things do?