plz talk dirty to me
last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
I always wonder when I meet a guy from online if he needs a moment to mentally register and accept the size of my ass. maybe ill wear a dress.
between no blow jobs for the rest of his life, or no cheese for the rest of his life, he chose no blowjobs. ive never felt so bad about my bj abilities before
mom just called and i was mid bong hit but i answered anyways coughing and sounding rough she the apologized for waking her little angel up. its 2PM
I dinstinctly remember making out to "I believe I can fly" and waving my arms like a bird to the beat.
I don't want to eat him, he probably tastes terrible.
i was driving around baked, windows down jamming to third eye blind and eating grapes for 35 minutes before i remembered why i left my house
I have to take his virginity. It's what God put me on earth for. It's my life mission.
Sometimes you just need a break, and sometimes you also need to get stoned on these breaks. I sound like some kind of fucked up mr rogers when I say shit like that.
All I want to do is ice my pussy, but then my husband would probably infer that I was not at a business meeting last night.
Sex was great. Left his house while he was asleep but on the plus side I was able to get gas station food.
Like, I just want a guy who will drop what he's doing to come touch my vagina whenever I want and to leave me the hell alone whenever I want. Is that SO MUCH TO ASK??
Public service announcement: Just bc it is Margarita Monday does NOT mean your stomach will readily accept that much alcohol. There IS a reason it isn't called Magical Monday. On that note, better luck on Tequila Tuesday.
That's the only way to watch Gumby. Either age 5 or high.
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