My gynaecologist is lovely, very chatty, extremely friendly. You instantly relax in consultation with her and she comes across as very human, like she also has sex and occasionally makes mistakes.
So vanilla. What does it mean?
For starters, it’s a (great) flavour of ice cream.
Ok so I know this is a controversial subject. Many people are grossed out about it, they find it unhygienic, messy, they’re embarrassed or afraid of seeing that much blood.
But periods are not something to be ashamed of. Period sex is not something to be ashamed of.
‘What has you so jumpy?’
Her question caught me off guard.
I was lost in my head, on the sofa, where I imagined peeling off her clothes, inhaling her scent, luxuriating in the soft perfection of her body.
My bed quakes with the roaring of the thunder, and I am pulled to consciousness, suddenly alive, excited, alert.
The force of the storm is like a drug that holds me in its sway. I feel powerful and a plaything all at once. My body is thrumming, restless.
The art of dating app conversation.
So you can start with something more original than ‘Hi, how are you?’ and actually get replies.
Living in the shadow of a church has its advantages. The street is wider and prettier and there is a small green opposite my flat despite living in the centre of the city.
Head is pretty much just instinct. So that would make this post obsolete, right? Not exacty…
The Eos Tinder Rules
About 6 months ago, at the age of 25, I finally got Tinder. I had been resisting for years, mostly because I infinitely prefer meeting someone in person to assess the chemistry situation before even figuring out if we like each other beneath it all.