So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
K I think ***** turned off her phone. Guess I can't make her feel any more miserable tonight so I'm goin to sleep
I mean we're not committed. He's my first choice, sort of like miller lite. When I'm at the bar I'm going to order one, but if they don't maybe I'll go for a bud or blue moon. I'm certainly not going to stop drinking
he is literally lying on the floor eating cookies. doing nothing. and as i was hitting him he needed to protect the cookies more than himself.
I'm having mini little movies in my head. Like for example. You were talking to a blue whale with jazz man sunglasses, but not the ray charles jazz sunglass. More like sunglasses that are round. Anyway, he has a baguette and stupid french hat. And you , you had your harry potter glasses.
He purred while eating me out. HE PURRED AND I LIKED IT.
We were walking up the stairs and I asked Dominick what floor the party was on. The cop who had just tried breaking it up was walking down the stairs, drinking a slurpee, and answered, "Third floor."
Hows the party lookin?
At a live sex show right now. Not sure about the employee party
I bruised my dick hopping over that fence last night
Also, I cannot stop picturing myself in a bar, 3 years from now ordering soda. Just soda. 30 pounds over weight and wearing a cat sweater. I feel like I'm heading in the wrong direction in life.
I got frustrated so I just stood up and said take me to bed or lose me forever and banged the first guy who responded show me the way home. Thank you Top Gun.
the reputation of my dick game is on the line. You're killing the team, here, G
Thanks for DJing my sex last night. You were on point 💜
I wanna get to the point where I can just send a question mark and get an exclamation point in response
i fucked his best friend. once right next door to him. i'm pretty sure that could be called sweet revenge.
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