Is it me? Okay, probably it is. But we need to put a stop to this. It's gotten out of control. I mean, I'm a hot-blooded female like the rest of you - and who doesn't want to be pushed up against the wall & properly kissed...but ENOUGH. Seriously.
I'm talking about that expectation for a guy to pick you up and f&#! you against the wall. Face to face.
NO. Stop it.
Look at this guy. He looks like he's about to drop her. I feel kind of bad for him - it's clearly an awkward photo shoot. Lame.
This one's about to pull a neck muscle. That doesn't turn me on. That's the bad kind of "tension."
Secondly...oh, F-it. You know...I'm so annoyed with this sad perpetuation of failed expectations that I can't even bother with a "secondly." For the love of god, let him put you on a surface. Or kiss up against the wall, and have the decency to spin around and get your pleasure from behind. Like a self-respecting...person/lover/(fill in the blank)_________. Really. Let everyone enjoy the moment, you over-Lifetime-faux-porno-pertuated-myth selfish bitch.
(I'm not talking to you, of course. I'm talking to the "others." You, I love. :) )
Mas vino, por favor!!! The night is young! :)



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