Took his v-card last night. Yet another experience I didn't expect to have in my thirties.
Fact: Telling a guy he has erectile dysfunction doesn't solve the problem.
It's like being the dunk pilot of a plane full of pornstars and drunkenness.
walking around pouring bird seed on passed out guys in the quad.
But he found my shoe...that at least deserves a handjob.
its 4am. im standing over him in my bed eating chinese food, on the phone with dan trying to convince him to break up with his gf. whoredom.
The only thing I regret was that he was wearing a scarf when we made out.
I woke up in my own bed clutching a key to a Ramada in another state.
She stopped laughing and kind of stared at the wall for a while. Then she did 3 somersaults and said she saw jesus. This weed is fucking fantastic.
I finally got the glitter off in time to get to the party and bang the bday boy in the bathroom while his girlfriend was lighting the bday cake candles.
He got me off while watching hockey. He's a keeper.
Serious question, on a scale of go for it to what the fuck are you thinking, what's me going to a monk or any religious official and saying "baptize me daddy" in a serious voice?
the fact you finally accept your bi don't shock me but as your fuck buddy I expect you girls to go family style on me
Just had a threesome with my best friend and LSAT teacher...just checked three things off my bucket list in one night
so does the amount of bruises on my arms and legs mean we had fun last night?
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