So I thought I was slick leaving his room this morning all incognito. Little did I know I was wearing his football jersey with his name across the back... stilettos & my bra was left behind. never seeing that again
i woke up at 5 am and found myself wrapped in christmas lights that were plugged into the wall.
There was a picture of him proposing on the night stand and their dog watched, but I can't help myself, his dick is just so perfect.
i don't care how ready and willing she is. she is where penises go to die
He called himself excalibur. Thats all I remember.
im trying to stop thinking of him and his amazing dick. every time i do i snap myself with a rubber band. classical conditioning at its finest...and you said i wouldnt learn anything from psychology.
I can feel my moral fiber fraying.
Would it be a good deed to leave a 32 pack of bud light next to a bum sleeping in the park?
Update: I may or may not be in a cult
Update #2: I may or may not be the leader of said cult
Just used my eyelash curler to open a bottle of cider...
A good drinking club with a running problem, improves endurance in both I have observed this evening.
2 for 1 beer results in multiples of 2 so what should be a beer or two becomes 4 or 6. But running, alleviates the need for a DD.
Our sub is singing "i believe i can fly" after yelling at the class this whole time and this is really hella weird
I will 100% jerk off using my own tears as lube before I'd ever bang a 4.
I hate who I am becoming
I think of it as growth but I also hate who I am becoming as well
He is obviously into the really short sex we have.
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