I’ve never really written about anything but sex, until now
I was trained to believe my best assets were supported by lane Bryant bra’s And got a little bit wetter when I placed an arch in my back.
So many kisses ran wet across my face, one size fit all was the motto because it seemed that everyone’s hands fit perfectly around my waist As I begged him or her to call my name
And then I met you.
I mean, I ain’t got no type, but I knew this would be more than us celebrating our one night anniversary. You were frat, and 3 hours away,...