After he came all over my face, he proceeded to give me a high five. I can't even act upset because I always put myself in these situations. Did I mention D3: Mighty Ducks was playing in the background?
its summer. and we all know college gfs do not count in summer.
college gfs dont count ever. theyre like getting corn rows in jamaica. you feel cool at the time. then you go home and people make fun of you.
We basically counted to 3 and then dumped each other.
i had just passed the point of no return when my mom opened my door. I hid my dick and took the porn off the computer in time but i still had to explain my day at school to her WHILE i was jizzing in my pants.
i'm at the point now where i want him to say anything. even an apology for his boomerang-shaped penis would be nicer than no comment.
you better not pull some "waking up at 2 in the afternoon" shit, we have weed to smoke.
And on the subject of embracing my inner whore, I had two different dicks in my mouth yesterday. Friend, it's official. I'm completely outta control.
I've already reverted to sweat pants. And lonely drinking.
#1- I went to button my shirt only to find they were all mising. #2- I'm so fu@king sore I feel like I was sweating to the oldies all night. #3- this pounding headache I have, I blame solely on Jennifer. Everyone sounds like Billy Mays when they talk. I remember nothing from last night, I'm concerned.
Lying on this bed is like lying on love and marshmallows and joy
I asked if he wanted to sext and he just started sending me pictures of his beard.
He and his ex stood there talking about going to get Chinese food while I was half naked searching for my panties
Thought the acid was fake. Then my reflection didn't move when I did in the bathroom.
The logic in me says "don't text him" .But the vagina in me says "text him".
I just made deviled eggs for everyone not passed out. Im officially becoming a drunk chef.
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