Take the advice that resonates with you. And screw the rest.
“I want to confront him, but I’m not sure how.”
Lil’ Nappy might have been writing these lines with quill pen and parchment, but if he were alive today, this stuff would be all over textsfromlastnight.com.
“That’s ok. Pleasuring you for hours on end takes time.”
“I hid something for you in my cleavage. Frisk me later to find it.”
How out of control will this get?
Dating isn’t math. You can’t just plop the same X and Y into every formula and expect it to work the same way each time.