College sex diaries
We're proud to present the first installment of Pennetration, UTB's new sex diary column, featuring sex, vice and everything nice on our Ivy League campus. If you like what you see and are bold enough to divulge your escapades, send a note to contact underthebutton. We'll keep your identity under wraps, promise! My sex life as a single chick in college began at the beginning of junior year when I was dumped by my boyfriend of over two years.
Amanda Seyfried. Age: 31. Spectacular looks and crazy charisma and temperament will carry you into the world of sexuality and seduction. My creative approach will not leave you indifferent.
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Kendall. Age: 23. My skin is softer than silk, my velvet hands will make you plunge into the world of magic and bliss, you will feel like a real sultan, like in the fairy tale 1001 nights ...), you will feel and feel that I am a sorceress.
Earlier in February, Philadelphia magazine published "Philadelphia Sex Diaries," a series of first-person accounts from Philadelphians about their sex lives. Below is a much less exciting sex diary from a former Philadelphia college student. Start with the apartment. Twenty-dollar cologne drenching my wrists, I raise a shot glass along with my three other male roommates to toast with our final drink of bottom-shelf vodka. I didn't pick the music, I swear.
After waking up one morning with a text, "You mustttt get Plan B," I thought other people would find my usually sexing entertaining. It would also make promiscuous girls feel better about themselves. On my way back to Tampa from Cabo I had the pleasure of watching lightning right outside my window. It was pitch black outside, and there were streaks of light flashing before my tired, bloodshot eyes.