so... how was it???
he had bart simpson sheets. he had itunes on shuffle and "don't worry be happy" started playing when he took his boxers off. sad to say i was neither worried nor happy
I knocked on some strangers door, you didn't have to give me a fake hotel room number
I hate cats. They're so curious, it's not their damn business.
the choice between paying your electricity bill and getting herpes medicine is a tough one.
In fact, not a good idea to go into any house alone after a man invites you in from his balcony.
It's official, the cities waste management does not recycle porn.
In hindsight combining orgy Thursday with mystery drink madness was begging for failure
I realize designer coke was a douchey thing to say but the point of the story is I did bath salts
I'm up in my room and I just saw a naked guy sprint out into the streets from my mom's party downstairs
We probably shouldn't have humped each other in a stairwell for an hour. that was probably my bad
Today, I lack passion for anything but Taco Tuesday.
Based on his face I'm positive he has a beautiful penis.
I think I've had more sex in your bed than you have and I've only been here three days
The minute he showed me his Mumford and sons tattoo is the minute i could literally feel my pussy dry up
uh why is my bathtub filled with kool aid? or is that blood?
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