I'm 24, a college graduate from a HBCU, and never really had a real boyfriend. How does one go from being guarded to becoming a hopeless romantic?Sex was never the issue. It was love. I mean, I love dick but I doubt that's the same thing , right ? Wait .. did that make me sound like a hoe? Let me start over. I'm 24...
// He might make her cry, but nobody makes her smile like he does. He might make her mad, but nobody can make her laugh like he does. He might stress her out but nobody makes her happier than he does. Although it may feel like the right thing to do to leave him, she just feels so wrong without him, like nothing makes...
" your zipper's down. " " damn babygirl, are you interested in my dick or somethin' that you gotta look down there?