When your sex life is in the slumps, it sometimes feels like it’s easier to just let it go rather than try to fix it. After all, maybe you’re getting a little older. Maybe you still have babies in your bed. Maybe you’re out of shape. Maybe it’s just easier to throw in the towel.
I started this for Kayla Lords’ Masturbation Monday meme, but I didn’t get it done in time. But better late than never, right?
He snuck up the stairs, wanting to surprise her with her favorite coffee and cheesecake. She’d been busting her ass studying for her dissertation, reading everything she could find on advanced literary theory.
Inspired by this week’s Masturbation Monday meme, put forth by the dedicated and lovely Kayla Lords.
He lay there, unable to sleep, his cock hard with images from the weekend flashing through his mind. He’d assumed his lust had been satisfied with all the fucking they did, but apparently not.
I have three kids. And my youngest just started Pre-K yesterday. It was a rough start for both of us. But M made it better, took me to breakfast, then golfing. By the time we were done, it was time to get my boy from school.
There’s nothing better than watching a man touch himself. A grip that’s both soft and hard, squeezing and caressing at the same time. It’s the true epitome of what it is to be a man, hard and in control, yet with a soft touch where it counts.
If you’re looking for my Vibra King review, click here.
Okay. See this box, the one right below here.
Well you’ll never guess what’s inside it.
A vintage Vibra King massager. Not sure what a Vibra King is? Check out this Red Tube video or watch it below to be enlightened. Go ahead, do it now. I’ll wait.
Not my best piece, but it is what it is.
He must have thought I was asleep. The room had been quiet for nearly an hour, both of us underneath the covers on opposite sides of the bed.
Jen heard the bartender call last call at the same moment she realized she’d drank just a little too much and the room was starting to tilt. “Fuck,” she murmured, hoping the spinning wouldn’t start before she got home safe.
It had been a long day. Too long of a day. Between the baby’s cries and the bitchy women at work, she was exhausted.
Once the house was quiet for the night, she poured herself a glass of wine and headed into the bathroom, the water for her bath already filling the room with steamy fog.
Shit. Fuck. Damn.
This little boy went well above and beyond my expectations. When I finally set out to review this rabbit-style toy, I wasn’t expecting a whole lot. I’ve used my fair share of rabbits before and although I don’t mind them, they are not my favorite go-to toy.