Mother: I was cleaning Jimmy’s room and I found a ton of bondage equipment and fetish magazines under his bed. I just don’t know what to do.
Father: Whatever you do, don’t spank him.
(Giggle. Just got told it by a friend.)
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I’m so looking forward for finals to be over so I can indulge in a little bit of this.
How I feel when a few of my anglophile friends won’t stop discussing the royal wedding.
If you’ve seen the show, you’ll know exactly what I mean when I say that a friend of mine and I have something like this going. No, I’m not in love. And, no, we’re not involved. We’re just the “series of escalating dares” kind of people.
A series of escalating dares.
There’s this guy who goes to college with me with this sexy, deep voice. The perfect kind of voice for dominating. Like, literally, he opens his mouth and my panties have the potential to just get soaked right through.
Here’s the thing: he’s not into anything like that at all. He’s incredibly committed to his girlfriend, who I’m fairly sure in their three years together he’s only done so much as kissed. He’s just this sweet guy who wouldn’t harm a fly and he’s just about as vanilla as they come.
We eat lunch together fairly often. It’s just torture.