I'm not saying he was bad at sex, but I'm pretty sure I anti-climaxed.
So, I woke up to an empty bottle of scotch and a dead car. The last thing I remember are the strippers being mad at me. Awesome night.
Feels good to be wearing underwear again though...
Mr. Last Night just informed me I told him to be very quiet when he left this morning and high-fived him as a goodnight kiss. Drunk me is slutty and manly.
no its okay don't call 911, she's alive. just stopped by her house and banged on her door. she said she turned her phone off because she "had to be alone with her shame and embarassment". typical.
you tried to do a keg stand and ended up flipping over it and onto the table
okay, please tell me Cammy is the one who put the picture and note on my desk saying "beat off to this homeboy"
I'm imaging you naked, covered in butter. And I gotta say, I'm not impressed.
This is actually a pretty big deal for him. I mean, he contacted a stranger out of concern for someone else instead of for sex.
That does show growth.
my whole checking account just had a funeral down bourban street, paid for that, and then bought everyone 5 shots of fireball...
You think that was bad? One time my parents found my sister half naked on top of the four runner in the garage. She makes me look like the good child.
I forgot to respond before, I was apologizing for confusing sex with secret Santa.
I just found a ladybug shell in my underwear. What was I doing last night?
I fuckin love you!
I would reciprocate the feeling if i knew who this was.
couldn't remember his name. introduced him as 'mr multiple orgasms'
Long story short wrist restraints, Apple Watch and cumming all don’t mix
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