look mate, i'm pretty sure 14 texts saying "fuck me. fuck me now" more than passes the legal benchmark for consent.
By connection do you mean me drunkenly grinding my ass on his lap for an extended period of time? If so, then yes, we had a "connection"
as we were driving back from the frat house he pulled down his pants and convinced me his penis "wanted some air"
A piece of cheeseburger just fell between my tits. Consider this a "wish you were here" postcard.
Playing a game in life called "how far can I make a man travel for a booty call"
It got messy; I did a shot of seamonkeys.
Worst part of blacking out... Waking up and having to do the teeth check
Given he decided my interview was a date, showed up drunk and insisted on carrying me everywhere, we weren't off to a good start.
You pretended to pelvic thrust my mother on the boat while my 92 year old grandmother looked on. Thanks.
I just had to take a picture of someone whose testicles are bigger than my fists combined. Living the dream.
smoked four grams out of a bong with a mixture of pool water and white rum. I applaud you for leaving before losing too many brain cells.
It probably would have happened but I just can't picture myself losing my virginity while laying on top of his Quiksilver duvet set.
He started french braiding my hair while I was blowing him. The question is not why, but how.
There is a time and place for BDSM, in-between disney sing-alongs is not one of them.
according to the calendar even that i put in my phone last night, i'm supposed to fuck shit up at 11am today... i really hope i didn't miss something important
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