In the poor guy’s defense, he picked me up from a hotel, watched me kiss a certain somebody goodbye, and proceeded to have this conversation with me:
Him: Hey there. You’re headed to [address?]
Me: Yep, that’s right.
Him: Fun plans for tonight?
Me: Ah, yeah, I’m meeting my boyfriend for dinner at [restaurant.]
Him: Oh. Um. Ah. Oh. Well…erm…have a nice time.
Under cover
© Camilla Storgaard
I thought she had pizza on her face when I first scrolled past this.
Where is my brain.
1. I def saw pizza as well, to the surprise of no one.
2. I rubbed and teased my clit so much yesterday afternoon that it’s legitimately sore today. Whoops.
Oops. Yeah. Remember when I was doing this?
“I Need Your Love” – Calvin Harris ft. Ellie Goulding.
The song itself isn’t particularly inspired, but one of my best friends once got a kick out of watching me empathically pelvic thrust to it a-la Eric Prydz. So, whenever it turns up on my iTunes or I hear it at the gym, I want to pelvic thrust dance to recall a really fun afternoon.
For something sweet and upbeat that reminds me of the first person I said ‘I love you’ to, check it.
For your daily dose of Kanye, look no further.
Is it bad that I just look at this and think of the time I didn’t let Switch cum a bunch and then finally he took control and it was just sort of like everywhere?
Like this.
Sorry for not being able to handle science. Story to come.