My boy is 25 and still a virgin, so I hired a girl to flirt with him. I’m paying her to get him to her bed and break the curse. It feels kinda grimey, but he’s desperate and I’m just trying to be a good friend

I love watching him get right to the edge and then just… stopping. The look of pure desperation on his face is addictive. I made him wait until he was begging before I decided it was over. Knowing I have that much control over his body feels amazing. I live for his frustration

Every time I see her, “Julia” by The Beatles starts playing in my head. Specifically that line: so I sing a song of love, julia. It’s cringe, I know, but I actually feel like I’m in a music video when she walks by

I think I’m actually a nympho. One person is never enough, and the “itch” literally never goes away. I spend my whole day thinking about it, scrolling for it, and seeking it out. It’s not even a vibe anymore, it’s an obsession. My friends are out here catching feelings, and I’m just out here catching bodies because I can’t turn my brain off

We were screaming at each other all day over literally nothing. I was ready to pack my bags and ghost him. But as soon as we got in bed, the anger just evaporated. Now he’s sleeping and I’m just staring at the ceiling, wondering why we do this every time

I finally convinced my crush to sell me her used lace set. I paid $200 and it was worth every cent. I don’t even care that it’s weird. I just like having something that was literally touching her skin all day. It’s sitting in my drawer like a trophy.

his hoodie smells like his skin. I don’t even wear it, I just breathe it in until I fall asleep. He’s still looking for it, but I’m literally never giving it back