I woke up this morning under my fitted sheet and my legs through the sleeves of my sweater.
He asked me to grab his balls and yell "thats a spicy meat-a-ball" Last time I do requests.
He spent most of his night trying to convince people that he had changed and was no longer a sleazebag...he had his nut hanging out of his pants about an hour later.
U shoulda just taken her to a stall and banged her and let me watch the game. Some friend u r.
He woke me up at 4am just to lick my nipple. Then he talked in his sleep for 20 minutes about the sex we just had. I think it's safe to say he's a weird one, but I dont care cuz he fucks like a champ.
Never again. I promise. My old gay body can't handle that much adrenaline twice.
At some point last night Lemondrops turned into me doing shots of vodka and eating sugar packets at the bar.
The guy who bit me so hard two nights ago that I had to put Neosporin on my nipple and the guy in my bed right now are two different people. Help
Apparently I'm ahead in the foot race to his dick because I'm not insane. If I'd have known that's all it took, I'd have worn sweat pants more often.
You were outside cuddling a rock singing Bohemian Rhapsody.
All I know is I want him to tie me up at least twice a week and I have an overwhelming urge to cook for him. Could this be love? I'm so confused....
So, it's been almost 3 months and and I still dont know her last name. That's gotta be a record.
the kid next to me in math class is drawing gay porn. it's good, but that is beside the point
I wish people could trade lives with me for a day so they could see how much better my life is compared to theirs
its like probably shouldnt be sending pics of your asshole to strangers who work in the same building as you
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