Is this a safe room?
(Caveat — that I’m able to keep in mind, which I’m notorious for maybe perhaps not doing). We ended up being… enough years of age, as well as some reason why evening, whenever I lay my head that is weary upon pillow, we drifted into slumber subject to some X-rated thoughts about… Robbie Williams.
Yes, the bawdy, slick-haired, ‘00s British crooner — “I’m loving angels instead” and all sorts of that — ended up being the topic of my first and only sex dream. Continue reading “Whatever, I’m carrying it out. Here’s a confession: We have only had one intercourse fantasy within my life.”