If it makes you feel any better I'm plucking my mustahce and drinking. Alone.
It's not just about fucking anymore... We decided we're actually in like now..
i love how he claims to not know english but when i ask him to come over and fuck me he's all of a sudden fluent
Just once id like to sleep with a man who i havent thrown up on
i was quietly enjoying my waffles when he came downstairs naked, kissed me on the forehead, and thanked me for the night before. i didnt even know anyone stayed over.
i'm half naked talking to a cat. you don't have to justify your life to me.
It was the textbook our-balls-touched-while-engaged-in-a-threesome-with-our-bosses-wife conversation.
It amazes and alarms me I'm not shocked to read that.
I puked in a solo cup and then offered it to him. So yeah, it was a rough night.
I can't say "baby i'm to high to talk to you" in Starbucks.
I sent him an 18 page sext. He's going to have a good morning.
I just want school to he over so we can build a big tent, do drugs inside it, and watch cartoons until the sun comes up.
That's all I've ever wanted.
We're sitting in the bathtub, eating pizza, doing shots of vvodka and comparing nipples. I havfe never been so comfortable in my life.
I'll be home soonish I need 4th of July sex, it's the American thing to do.
He goes from zero to fucking up in 2.4 drinks. Like the sportscar of bad decision making.
I'm covered in bruises and scratches. I dont know whether to call them battlescars or sex decals
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