Most of us go through a phase where our lives are in turmoil. We’ve lost our job or business, our partner has left us, and we can’t even stand the person in the mirror. When your whole world is upside down and you’re uncertain
I scheduled the body wax for 6 pm. It gave me enough time to be punctual after work. I knew Fahmida closed the shop at 7 pm, so one hour was enough for her to rip the hairs off my entire body. I stormed into the shop at 6:20 pm, panting.
My first published book was Shatter Self-Limiting Belief, an autobiography/self-help book, in 2014. Then, I took a break for several years from publishing, as I had opened up a nightclub and then eventually became a full-time writer.
For the last three months, I tried to summon up the courage to ask Anika out. The shop closed at 10 pm daily, and I usually popped in about half an hour before closing. I knew that we would be alone, and we were.
Some people have a foot fetish. They enjoy looking at attractive feet, perhaps licking them. Others enjoy licking ass. Whether you refer to it as rimming or analingus, the act of eating ass involves licking a person’s anus.
My cheeks bloated as angst had built up inside of me, and I wanted to blow it out. A long week at work made my sexual frustration even worse. The only thing that could make me feel better was my dick inside a pussy.
You’ve fallen in love with your partner, and you can see yourself spending the rest of your life with them. The only problem with that is you’re worried about not being satisfied because their performance is lackluster.
The last straw was almost being raped while sleeping on a park bench. Before that, I was mugged three times and followed by some creeps on several occasions. I thought I was tough enough to handle the streets
Society is saturated with double standards. Women can get into the hottest nightclubs for free by looking good while men have to pay a hefty door fee and even heftier bottle service to get a good spot in the club.
I couldn’t remember the last time I went out on a Friday. Then again, I couldn’t remember the last time I went out. I guess I was self-conscious of my bulging belly, shaggy hair and scruffy beard. Mom had taught me that our outward appearance