I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
bad: friday night i tripped and fell outside my dorm. worse: i just found out i broke my ankle. worst: i was shitfaced and don't remember any of this.
Id love to say been there done that but im a slutty drunk not a stupid one.
And i generally try not to roofie people when I'm in a committed relationship.
he sent me a picture of his dick with a heart border around it
Nothing says walk of shame like leather pants in daylight
What's worse: not calling my parents in Dallas to make sure they're alright or not taking shelter to masturbate all over my douchebag roommates clothes?
I worry about you.
I wonder what chicks would think if they learned that when we add them on fb we email their bikini pics to each other.
My goal is to go an entire semester without cocaine. That's an adult goal right?
Deciding whether to take my sex toys home for Christmas will be the biggest decision I make this holiday season
He wants to tie me naked and spread out on his table, press a vibrator to my clit and feed me ice cream.
That is my stoner wet dream!
You seriously don't remember crying about how much you miss your mom right before we hooked up?
I was mad at him...then I jerked off. Now I'm over it. Orgasms fix everything, I swear.
i'm the most scandalous girl at stop and shop. i kinda have to fuck him in the meat cooler.
Its like a glacier coming out of my asshole.
Anyway, that's been my evening- crying and looking up diabetes symptoms. How was your night?
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