i think if you made a shrine it would be creepy
I feel I need to conquer him. He's six ft eight and 265lbs. Its like the mount Everest of sex.
I blacked out the second time 3am rolled around. My brain was taking a beating trying to do that math.
I woke him up this morning and said I have a meeting w my advisor in an hour you need to wake up, cum on my face, and take me to my car.
I've reached the slutty point of no return. And it feels like multiple orgasms and coke lines
Penises. Penises everywhereeeeeeeee. Penis ratio is sooo disproportionate. I can't NOT get laid tonight.
I don't care if we have to swim home from the bar, Im not gonna sit home in the dark and read some fucking book
i just remembered that i did the "single ladies" dance ON THE BAR...fuck you slippery nipples i curse the day i discovered you
It's great when the cashier at the liquor store asks "weren't you wearing those clothes yesterday"
I vaguely remember making out with his tattoo (?) and giving him an awesome massage and then I passed out on his floor. Shrug
According to the red cross, I'm not suppose to do anything strenuous for the next 24 hours. That means you're on top.
I still think he fell and scraped his elbow and lost his credit card buying 8 hot chocolates for hobos
I'm fine with our borderline lesbian behavior.
I made soup. Now I'm having post soup making wine. I had pre soup making wine also.
One of my nipples looks nothing like the other...i don't know how this happened
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