I just met a guy from Australia at the bar. I asked him what it was like down under and he told me if I went home with him he'd let me find out. I love Australians.
I really like him. That's why I'm having sex with someone else, so he doesnt think i'm a slut.
i should probably find things i have in common with someone besides drinking, before having sex with them
it was like that last scene in "It's A Wonderful Life" but with alcohol
its not fair. if i was a guy, i'd be getting a high five for banging two in one night.
A hangover is a type of food poisoning. Makes me feel better about calling out of work.
like teasing for 28 minutes, then the very last 2 minutes is where is ALL goes down. I'm talking, rings off, stable sitting position, hand job madness.
I want to go out and have good clean fun.
Ok, but that does not include Bud Light Platinum and your vagina.
It's not that I even wanna fuck these guys anymore, just cuddle that's all. My conscience has never been so proud.
was it wrong to tell him he's welcome in my pants any time?
the liver wants what the liver wants
As soon as we had sex he stopped opening doors for me. That wasn't an exchange. Im still a god damn princess
look when god gives you a dick that good for his son's birthday you don't question it
You grabbed my dick don't call me son
Adderall went through the wash. Took it anyway. Wish me luck.
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