you never realize your highschool teachers are real people till you fuck one of them
when I picked him up he smelled like cheeseburgers, had a bite mark around his left nipple and we think someone stabbed him in the forehead with a pencil... it was like the Hangover meets Texas Chainsaw Massacre
Robbie told me you spent 10 mins discussing the curl in his hair and that you said "with that curl in your hair, you'll go far"
Well I woke up with spatula marks on my ass and burns on my hands.
We were laying in the basement dry humping to the rhythm of the washing machine
i wanted to ask her what his dick looked like but i thought that would be weird for the first time i met her
I've never seen a dude bust out of his jacket and rock an air banjo like u
she pretty much pinned my hand to her boob "on accident" for like 10 seconds before she moved. Waiting the rest of the night was just a formality.
The boys wrestled in the living room for the last condom while the girls chanted, "THE LAST MELON."
Cleaning my room at 2am, in just one corner I found six beers, half a pint of whiskey, my flask, 2 shotgun bullets, my crown and shimmer lotion.
Would it be crossing a line if I told him that I now know his girlfriend has a huge mole on her left ass cheek?
one nice thing about being home: no walks of shame, just drives of shame
Yes please. My parents would fucking love him and I'd love fucking him. That's a win-win if I've ever seen one.
Let's not forget that we had sex on the ground in public tonight.
He was someone so memorable that I'd completely forgotten he'd existed up to and during the encounter
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