I want to paint Katy Perry’s cervix as much as the next guy, but where is the romance? Where is the seduction? I prefer taking our time, getting to know each other through heartfelt communication and growing over time into mutual respect and understanding. God, what am I to you Katy?! A piece of meat?!
Attention whiners: Sorry, about the censor on the banner pic. Most of the people who read this site have jobs that may frown upon a big pair of panties on their employee’s monitor. Sorry I had to make you click once to see it. I’m a terrible person.