Dream-cheating: what does it mean for your relationship? Join me as I explore the realms of subconscious, mid-slumber, sexy-time. Our journey begins with a threesome of Titanic proportions. (Photo via tumblr, edited by me)
Question: is it weird to joke with your pregnant friends about the ferocity of your pre-abortion morning sickness? This and other questions answered within. (Photo via Pinterest)
*Chandler voice* Could there be a more perfect image for me?! A vagina, made of DAISIES. Genius. I digress… Join me as I march purposefully into the unchartered territory of female masturbation, and help me put it back on the MAP. OH YEAH. (ph. source unknown)
Considering the amount of time I dedicate to pondering the state of the downstairs baguette (not a euphemism), I might title this thought-train ‘Sex and Baguettes’. Maybe that’ll be the title of my first memoir. Savvy marketing tool, too, because who *doesn’t* like at least one of those things? (ph. via the uhmayzing Sarah Bahbah and her photo-series Sex & Takeout)
We were on holiday near a place called Heraklion. I made a joke about premature herakulation and started referring to the holiday as our ‘holidaisy’. My ego was soaring. My fake tan was fresh. Conditions were great. We decided to make a sex tape… (ph. via Tumblr)
How does that inspirational, popular-on-the-gram quote go? ‘If a guy can’t handle your asshole at its worst, then he doesn’t deserve it at its best.’ Yep, I think that’s it.
Sebastian was on to something when he sang: “Darling it’s better, down where it’s wetter”. But the little crustacean crooner didn’t warn us about fanny farts, did he?! (ph via joesdaily)
*Waiting for bae to make me orgasm like…* (That is the first and last time I will ever use the word ‘bae’. Promise.)
