Author: ashleylyn

What was I thinking, falling in love at nineteen? I was thinking with my vagina, that’s what I was doing. Physically speaking, he’s every good girl’s dream—All-American, blond hair, blue eyed, Marine, and business owner. Strip him of his finery, the friendly smile, and the manners, he’s every bad girl’s walking orgasm. He’s mine.I wanted him ten years ago—I needed him.A soul can only go so long … him.A soul can only go so long without it’s mate. This is rich, coming from the girl who can’t go ten seconds without making a comment about poop shoots, cum dumpsters (my…