It was still light ouot when we were walking up Pier Ave and she kept asking if she could suck my nipples.
You kept excitedly announcing to the bar what time it was. Followed by an equally excited "Clock language still makes sense!"
You are in charge of making sure that her vagina explodes with joy tonight.
I guess I tried to show you how big my closet was and we ended up eating pickles in my bathroom
found a rock and smashed the sliding glass door. home safe. screen door is locked so we're good.
so, does the "dick the size of your forearm" thing run in the family then?
will barter weed for kareoke machine...
It would just be icing on the fucked up cake we're baking, if he got me pregnant.
I suppose what I've learned from this experience is that sometimes you just have to make out with a narcissistic baby daddy to make a clean getaway.
I probably won't go. Last time I got drunk with those guys I just started demanding people let me touch their beards.Then I mocked everyone who didn't have facial hair.
You don't know how skeptical I was about letting a guy with braces go down on me
I woke up on a boat next to an extremely attractive man wearing nothing but a life jacket. Neither one of us owns a boat...
I gave him blue balls & ate the last slice of pie so the chances of a second date are slim...
He called my vagina his wife... how is that NOT creepy?!
Can I just fuck someone without it basically becoming an arranged marriage
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