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From between the ages of say, six to… entirely too old… I liked to hump things. Yes you read that correctly. Daddy’s little princess would often be found rubbing herself against chairs and tables. (My parents referred to it as the “boppin thing”).

I have done what all experts in the love and dating field tell you not to do; make a checklist of what you want in a potential life long orgasm giver. (Should I come up with a slightly more endearing term?)

Your friends say things like “you seem happy.” And you are. So you’re hesitant when you begin to date again. You wait for that same feeling as before but it never comes.

Without suffering there’d be no compassion, and if the world was already perfect what would be the point of anything?

Whoever you were in high school doesn’t have to be who you are in college.

We began sending messages every night, describing our sexual fantasies and sharing past experiences in the bedroom.