Everything changes when you have kids, and sex is no exception. But it’s not necessarily a bad change, or not all bad anyway. Sometimes it can be hot.
I walk so fast I’m almost running. I slip into the room, and you’re already there, you’re waiting for me.
I know girls are supposed to like it, but I don’t, OK? It freaks me out. It scares me. What if I look weird that close up? What if I taste bad?
Sometimes I want the best of both worlds. I want an actual story, first-class acting and production values, but I also want real-looking, real-sounding, gasping, shaking, moaning, hardcore sex. Is that too much to ask for?
It’s a cliché, I know, but I never believed in love at first sight, and then I met Nick.
The alarm cut through my sleep like a hot knife through something warm and fluffy and comforting. I opened my eyes and groaned. One moment I’d been deep in blissful oblivion, the next it was Monday morning in the real world.