Proposition. Sex. No words, no talking about it later. I just want you tonight.
so he came in me this morning and i was like WTF DUDE. i called him Daddy until he agreed to pay the full $40 for plan B. He wants to name our Patrick because it will be a st pattys day baby. absolutely NOT.
I'm hard boiling eggs, drinking rum, and talking to my 8 year old brother about the 10's times tables. This is what thursday is all about.
I think I'm going to make a pina klonopin before class.
If he really loved his girlfriend then he'd wear a condom when he fucks me.
He just texted me asking if I remember pinching his eyelid shut with my eyelash curler.
So the night ended when we tried making fireworks out of gunpowder and oregano. You can figure out how that went.
I'm not allowed to have sex with him again. My vagina joined in on the protest. There was a petition. All my body parts signed it.
30 year old woman with braces and crocs came into the store today with her boyfriend. what am I doing wrong.
I just need to find someone whose kink is financial submission.
Our relationship revolved around Taylor Swift albums. It's no wonder it ended so fast
it was the kind of sex that I don't even know how my hair extentions are still in
I stopped telling people I'm a pansexual unless they ask first, really tired of explaining what that means.
let me just take this time to thank you again for buying pudding.
on a scale from 1 to "can't put a toothbrush in your mouth without gagging" how hungover are you?
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