so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
He wanted a quickie. I said, can I play doodle jump on my iPhone during? And that's exactly how it went.
I should have been more specific when I asked for 8 inches.
I like how my family gatherings are basically an ugly sweater party just with better beer and wine...
so its official, girls can see a boner through my snuggie.
I guess at this point I should stop judging guys on their looks and more on their major and trust fund. Growing up sucks.
I feel like fucking him is something we all do but don't want to admit to. like masturbating or peeing in the shower
Mom brought home a 36 pack of Smirnoff and was all "ring any bells?" and then winked. I'm scared. What does she know?
He doesn't care. He wouldn't care if my vag grew arms and smacked him in the face.
you're right. i am beautiful. like a May day. frolicking in a meadow of wildflowers. platinum in one hand. pipe in the other. that kind of beautiful.
Hey Kellie. Me putting. My face intebetaeen ut your boobs made my night
I feel like if you're funneling natty lights on a Wednesday at 2:30pm at the apartment complex pool during finals week, you probably don't have your priorities straight.
We could have mediocre awkward sex or mediocre stunted/awkward/uncomfortable banter. The possilities are relatively finite
Whenever a guy asks me why I like weird sex stuff, I just answer, "Catholic School".
Let's be real, he was never going to be tall enough
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