He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
He was telling me how the song fireflies makes him feel like he can talk to animals
maybe it wasnt such a good idea to pregame our lease signing...
i was staring at it trying to desperately see a vagina
I use him for alcohol and he uses me for sex. This is the closest thing to love i could imagine
I smoked a bowl while he ate me out, you need to change your major to match making asap. You are a guru of love.
I am now trying to reassure her that she doesn't have a wide-set vagina. So thanks, for whatever you said.
My blowjobs put them in a state of relaxation similar to that of getting hit with a tranquilizer. The fear comes after the sex.
By the taste of his semen he isnt vegetarian and therefore lied to me to take me home on a brighter note i stole his fondue set
I'm watching Part of Your World now and I'm crying and I feel like I'm floating right along with her. This. This right here is some drunken Disney Magic
Btw, remind me to tell you about how I had to cancel my crazy wild sex plans with Will b/c my roommate came back from his trip after a day b/c Canada wouldn't let him in. Fucking cockblock.
Actually that's the whole story. You don't have to remind me.
I woke up with a twisted ankle and was covered in lube. Not entirely sure what happened last night
Remember that time you puked in the middle of wendy's?
Yeah, why?
The staff still remembers me for cleaning it up. Thanks for the free frosty and fries
I'm not going to tell you how to live your life, which includes naming your schlong
I climbed on the arm of the futon, flapping my hand fan frantically and hissing imprecations at the smoke detector
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