I'm not an expert on s*x and relationships. If it has nothing to do with engineering or math, I probably know nothing about it. But my instincts are telling me that I'm no longer doing the big nasty with Jarrod.
Our big nasty s*x has evolved to serious relationship s*x. Not that I know about serious relationships. But I feel different. Jarrod looks at me differently. And after a world record amount of orgasms, our super long cuddling sessions spell one thing.
Not that I'm going to spell it. But it has four letters. And it begins with an L.
It's one thing in my mind to marry a billionaire stranger because I'm having a nervous breakdown, an identity crisis, and my life is getting worked out in luxury along with great s*x. But it's a whole different thing to marry a man who I'm having feel
