Ladies, have you ever done everything right in a situation for it to still go wrong? Pour your heart out for someone who is reciprocating, but will switch up in an instant to make you feel crazy? They love on you, compliment you, sex you crazy, hold you tight at night, share private moments with you, but won’t commit? Have you put them first completely and felt so stupid? Ever sat by the phone for hours waiting hopelessly for that text or call? I know women that have move to a new state, where they didn’t know a soul, all for the sake of putting their “man’s” feelings and pleasures before your own. We lose so much because we care too much.

You some how resemble Johnny Depp and since I know that I will never be able to get close to him I am more than happy to have you.

He used to wear a denim jacket. His name was Asyl, and he smelled like top-shelf whiskey. Every time he hugged a girl, he always made sure to hug them super tightly, so his cologne would stay on them as he was marking them as his. He appeared to be the coolest guy in school. The rest of the gang seemed like a clueless flock of sheep. Everybody looked up to him, his confidence, his way of talking to girls was predatory. He smelled like danger, trouble, and experience.

In every disagreement with your spouse, remember that there is not a winner and a loser. You must be united in everything, so you will either win or lose together. Work together to find a solution where you both win. Dave Willis

Dr. Ramon Santiago screamed in ecstasy with the final thrust of his pelvis. Moments later, he removed his limp penis from her vagina and pulled up his boxers. Shame spiraled through him at the thought of what had just happened. What he had done with Sierra Johnson was… shameful. No, it was worse than disgraceful; it was illegal.

Regina and Camille have been friends for 15 years. They navigated the rigors of adolescence, college, and early adulthood together. Even now, as mature women, they are just as close as when they were teenagers. It would be underselling to say that they are just friends. They are life partners in the truest sense, but their relationship is platonic.

There are always practical considerations. Is the boy attached to the cock going to make trouble in my life, or be an on-going problem in any way? Is he simply too stupid or broke or homeless or needy, to be worth the trouble? The most delicious, awesome and satisfying erection, attached to the wrong torso, owned and operated by an unstable psychology--- well, it pays to be prudent. Too many of my girl-friends fell wildly in love, got pregnant and ended-up taking it in the ass and making sandwiches. Pumped in the ass, then cheated on by asshole husbands or boyfriends. True assholes who don't even pay enough child support to buy meat for the sandwiches.

It was finally here; my senior year of High School and I was so ready to be done and move on. I was so tired of the bullies and all the bullshit that made it more like a prison than a learning environment. It was time for my last and favorite class of the day. My favorite class because you are my English teacher. I fantasized about making passionate love to you. We were all in our desks and waiting for you as you came walking into the classroom. Your beautiful long hair bouncing and flowing as you walk. You look like you had been on an erotic sex date and then came to class. One of the boy’s whistles as you walk to your desk and you say,” That will be enough of that”. You take attendance and start looking at papers on your desk and your face changes as you pick up a piece of paper and hold it up for all to see and say, “Who wrote this”? The paper said,” I want to fuck you”. One of the bullies in the back of the class blurts out,” John wrote it. You look at me and say, “Stand up John”. I am in horror as I stand up and the rest of the class is looking at me. You look at me with your penetrating erotic blue eyes and say,” John did you write this”? Something rose up in me as I wanted to put the bullies in their place and I said, “Miss Petterson although I think you are the most beautiful women in the world and fantasize about taking you to prom I must confess that I did not do it. Your eyes are studying me, and you say, “thank you John you can sit down”. You walk to the back of the class to the bully that that spoke up and say, “tear the top piece of paper off your pad and hand it to me”. Jerry complied not knowing what you are up to. You take the two pieces of paper over to the window and hold them up to the sunlight so you can see the dents in the paper of prior writing and doodling. You say, “would anyone like to come and see what I see”. A group of girls rush up and look at how the sunlight shows what was written on the prior piece of paper and one of them blurts out, “Jerry you are so busted”. You look at Jerry and say,” Jerry this is sexual harassment and profoundly serious you may not graduate. Go to the principal’s office and wait for me”. Jerry was noticeably trembling and as much as I hated him, I felt just a little sorry for him in the moment. Jerry gathers his bookbag and walks out of the room. The bell rings and everyone gets up and starts for the door. I hear you say,” John can you stay for a few minutes”. You wait until all the other students are gone and lock the door. You take me by the hand and lead me to an area of privacy that can not be seen by the window in the door. At twenty-eight years old you look like you just graduated from high school yet the way you communicated was much more mature. You look into my eyes and say John I accept to go to the prom with you on one condition. Being overwhelmed I say, “What would that be”? You must have permission of your parents. I look at you and say, “What about the school board and your job”? It is OK John this has been done before and the fact that you openly asked me in front of the class changes things. I put my arms around you and pull you close and kiss you. Suddenly my dream was becoming reality. You say,” OK you need to go because I have to deal with Jerry so we will talk tomorrow”.

It was a long, and lonely two weeks. You had been busy with work and more tired than usual. The last thing on your agenda was pleasuring me; I couldn't even get a quickie out of you. I wanted to be a good wife: understanding and patient. But I was getting hornier by the day. Our marriage was only 3 years old then, and we'd never gone three days without fucking. It was difficult for me not to hop on you and take your dick for myself. You know my libido is high, but I guess it didn't matter to you then.

My name is Dominique and today I am going to tell you my story. When I was fifteen I thought that I met my soulmate. I had the biggest crush on him for the longest time so when he finally asked me out I thought that it was destiny. Little did I notice there were so many warning signs that not only we shouldn't have been together but that he was abusive and controlling. It started out small with little rants of anger, him arguing with me and accusing me of cheating on him all the time when all I did at that time was be with him or stay alone. He eventually got me to isolate myself, I lost all of my friends just to make him happy because he claimed they were all sluts and I was going to cheat on him if I hung out with them. We were together to almost six months until he had to move out of state to live with his dad. By that time he was all I had and wanted, he even tried to break up with me over the phone and my nieve ass begged him not to. One of my stupid decisions but I was young and thought I was in love. We had a long distance relationship for six to eight months but in-between that time I met another guy that paid me a lot of attention, we started as friends but eventually, it turned into more. I fell in love with him and tried to break up with my long distance relationship, he begged and cried at that time and I felt bad and couldn't do it. Then a few months later the other guy I had fallen in love with told me that we had to stop our "situation-ship" because he couldn't make himself love me, well I never wanted him to try to make himself love me, I just hoped that me confessing I loved him would have the same response from him. I became numb after that, then a few days later he said he missed me, I was elated even though all we were was friends with benefits. I told my long distance relationship that I did cheat on him in the hopes he wouldn't want me anymore but that didn't work, he claimed to love me but how can you love someone and call them names like stupid, slut, fat ass, whore and say you hope I die. He even would say these things to me when we weren't arguing but he was just in a bad mood even if it had nothing to do with me.

“I know what we are doing isn’t right in a way. I mean, I know we have only been talking to each other for a few months and nothing more, but I want to do more with you...at least one day. All my life I’ve been raised to be good, and to do good. But...you don’t feel bad to me. I don’t feel wrong when I’m with you.” I felt better finally getting my feelings off of my chest. My only worry was how he would take it and respond.