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.
Ive created a fbook group called "threesome" and invited two girls. Im not going to say a word and just see what happens.
i just put all of my beerlympics medals into my academic awards box. i would say they are my greatest achievement since college.
There are 3 pics of me on my camera, naked, wearing only an apron, scooping ice cream.
the only thing coherent you said from what i saw of you is when you were throwing up, i asked if you were done and you just "uh huh you know what it is"
Today might be the day that I legitimately throw up in my saxophone.
Our new goal for this summer is to fuck so hard we lose his security deposit.
At this point the smell of shame has become my natural musk
Should I tell them about my ticket for possession or about how I'm shitting blood? Which one will gain the most sympathy?
Dude. Get me out of here. I'm surrounded by glitter-faced 40 year olds in halter tops. The desperation here is so thick you can taste it.
WHY did you say no to the sex seance?
He had a step stool to get in to his bed!
right now I need to figure out a smart way to get an accurate picture of his dick so I know what in dealing with, right now in flying blind.
Three Asian guys got on the elevator with a handle of Hennessey and a sleeping bag. This is not the start of a joke.
So, I've discovered that I'm approximately 70% nicer to my mother when I've had an orgasm in the last 48 hours. It's science.
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