Yoghurt Strap-Ons

Mr. B and I have had a tiff. I don't dare to call him, he freaks me out. He'll just sound pissed and say very little. I'm pathetic when it comes to arguing with people I feel passionately (in that sexual sort of way) for; I always think I'm wrong when they confront me. But I'll bitch about it no end to everyone else.

Uncannily, he's the only guy I'd want to live out some of my filthiest