Lets drop out of school and be professionally skinny and drunk
there needs to be a "man fax report". like car fax. type in the guys name and bday and up pops all the bad shit he's ever done.
let me put it this way. im never saying "join in or get out" again unless i know whos in the room.
We hadn't had sex in so long that I started queefing and then I couldn't stop giggling... I think he's mad.
she's googling pictures of Freddy Mercury and whispering 'I'm ready'
I just need to know if he's either really genuine about being in my life or being in my vagina.
I remember pointing out how smooth my legs were to try to direct his attention away from my vagina.
no more heavy drinking durning the lady that cleans the office told me i have to emtpy my own thrash if i puke in it
I have officially tracked lube all over our house on the bottom of my socks without knowing it. Don't slip when you come in
You called me at 3 am laughing like an idiot. Apparently you consider breaking out of the hospital to be a lifetime achievement.
HOLY FUCK I almost floated out of the city. Thank god my dog kept me down.
I woke up in your kitchen with my ID in my hand and my nails were painted electric blue. Dude.... never let me have fireball again.
My lease is up and I've been thinking, it's only fair that the guys I've fucked in this apartment in the past year help me move. They enjoyed the bed, now help me move it.
Three times. Three times I left home yesterday in search for sex, and three times I returned un-orgasmed.
He's completely obsessed with his ex but gives phenomenal head. So overall, yeah, good first date.
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