it was terrible. i could've done a better job by myself.
worst morning ever. completed my walk of shame home to find my parents, grandma, and priest had come down to surprise me on my birthday. now i'm in the car with them to go get my car from the bar.
I JUST SHOOK HIS GRANDMOTHER'S HAND. WITH COCK HANDS. THIS IS NOT FUNNY.
It's like, I'm the official vagina for that DJ group
i'm out of college. that means no more sex on a twin bed. ever. i don't care how big his dick was. i'm classy like that.
as you might have guessed from my lack of texts, the herpes have calmed down.
It feels like one of my ribs evaporated.
No I just rolled on the floor giggling. I think that's the equivalent to a post sex victory dance.
No foreplay. Missionary. Too quick. And he owns a fedora.
I almost fell asleep reading that.
I almost fell asleep fucking it.
I wore home his HoHoHo boxers. I've never felt such a connection to an article of clothing.
It's like jay gatsby himself preordained that our genitals meet again.
Plus he is a pilot so I could give him flight dome
woke up hungover this morning lying in a water raft covered in water.. i dont know if i should consider this good or bad
Remind me to never do anything where hiding something in my butt is the best course of action
Hey, sorry I choked you last night... I was just really excited to see you.
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