when I'm not with you everything just looks like crayon scribble
I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
I though she ruined it by crying, then I realized it wasn’t a tear, it was my great aim. It turned out to be beautiful.
I didn't have a rubber, but my dick had a date with a clorox wipe after we finished. I think I'm in the clear.
I'm still drunk from last night...I walked out for a cigarette with one of the Janitors here and apparently someone took a shit on the stairs...Which makes me wonder...was that me?
halloween makes it hard to decipher real cops... from sexy men dressed up as them.
I'm not trying to go crazy tonight either. I just want to go out, have a few drinks, meet up with my ex-boyfriend and get fingered or something.
he ran me a hot bath. i thought i was in a pot and was going to be eaten. i was strangely ok with this
Only I can have a panic attack in the back seat of a cop car and have them move me to the front seat.
Sorry I never showed up last night. It was between spending time with you and our freinds or having violent multiple orgasims. I chose the low road.
So, I'm stoned at his house petting the neighbors cat I made him steal.
You're a fucking train wreck.
His new place is a molesden. Like a hole in the ground. It's frightening how oddly private it is.
It rubs the lotion on it's foreskin...
Don't shower too much, need the shame to be fresh to get the best story
I'm having a funeral for my vibrator. Please be there. I need your dick for support.
I woke up with my converse still on and a plate of pasta next to my face, if that gives you any indication of how my night went
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