boyfriend complimented me on my new prada shoes today. he is officially either gay or the man im gonna marry. knowing my luck it's all of the above.
It's sad that I have started checking out the ring finger before the rack...I'm getting old
If you liked it then you shoulda put your dick in it, oh uh uh oh
you kept screaming i cant feel my vagina, it kinda killed the mood.
I'm at the cafe. It's 7am. There is a girl I don't know on my futon who tried to tickle me this morning when I got down from my loft. I also not wearing any underwear.
he called me from germany to tell me about all the gummy bears he bought...i'm doubting his sobriety
I cant yet im literally covered in lube but I will later
Omg just remembered. I tried to kidnap a dog.
You screamed 'no, YOU put some pants on' at a cop. I pretended not to know you.
it's almost 8pm and i'm still hungover. at what point do i alert someone?
Is this the point in which we come to terms with our lesbianism or is that after you send me more ass pics...
we superglued breast forms to his chest. those aren't coming off anytime soon.
Also, we can't be seen together looking suspicious or sexually satisfied
So on a scale of 1-10 how mad would you be if I sent you a picture from the inside of a strip club
It's difficult when the romantic and the hedonist in me are fighting. I want him to respect me and hopefully pursue an actual relationship, but then I remember he fucks like a GOD and loves my kink. Oh, life's hard.
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