wearing and ruffling feathers since 2011
Join me as I explore the realms of subconscious, mid-slumber, sexy-time. Our journey begins with a threesome of Titanic proportions. (ph 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. (ph via pinterest)
Join me as I march purposefully into the uncharted territory of female masturbation, and help me put it back on the map. (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 decided to make a sex tape. Spoiler alert: it did not go to plan.(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 my partner to make me orgasm like...*
I've searched high and low for a waxer that won't break my bank balance, or my vagina. This shit is harder to come by than it sounds, and I've got the bruises to prove it.