I'm the only one here who isn't hooking up, coming out of the closet, or crying because of one of those 2 things.
Unmistakable female orgasm noises coming from upstairs shower
She must've brought a toy -- seriously doubt that he's up to the task
let's put it this way: i'm gonna stop drinking and get a gym membership. she's that hot
That's why they call him "the cheesegrater".
do you think its obvious that we spent all afternoon playing naked body oil twister?
You should make it a point to use vocabulary that is competition appropriate around him, like "champion" and "training" and "victory sex"
Called my dealer in tears and we talked for an hour until I felt better. That's the way it should be.
The Angel on my shoulder is now resorting to merely reminding me that, "You will regret this later." I'm not sure if he's learning how I think or just giving up. Either way, should make life a bit more interesting.
I don't miss having sex with him. We had our finale fuck last week. He's all yours now.
The first thing we did this morning was see if we could see her barf in the prking lot from the roof. We could. It was in 5 spaces.
Yeah, this is not that. This is a father and son bonding moment involving my all of my orifices.
I'm sorry I told you to go fuck yourself after you said good morning to me when I was hungover.
Far too many of our conversations end in us talking about sperm
Emergency. I brought a boy home and we fell asleep, but I just woke up to him peeing against my bedroom wall. So I brought him to the bathroom but he fell over and he's sleeping in the tub. Can I leave him there? Because that's what I've done.
Better the hardwood than the carpet, right?
I don't suppose you have a recipe for a cocktail made of bitter resignation, regretting everything, poor life descisions and deep-seated self-loathing?
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