And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
I was up until 12:30 making that damned grammar test for my freshmen then I caught myself running through the verb tenses when I was giving him head.
"I have sucked, I will suck, I will have suck, I am sucking..." I've never felt more like a nerdier slut than last night.
Going to a jewelry store high is not a good idea. I look like mr.t's wife.
I'm really tired of your booty call eating my fruity pebbles.
He's moaning and crying and coughing up something audibly liquid. I can't live in this house any more.
When you can pee with one hand accurately while texting, you drink too much.
I'm never drinking again. I saw way more penises than I ever cared to see last night. And I've decided that I'm going to live in Scotland.
I need an explanation for both of these epiphanies.
I'm tired of looking like my mother fucked Chewbacca.
Took pain meds with RumChata this morning. It's like morning milk but better
When Ben was deep throating pickles last night I actually reconsidered our relationship
This dude is trying to sext and all I can think about is taco bell and their new crunch wrap sliders
Is it weird to befriend your older alcoholic landlords?
Noo not in a booty call way, in a 'How are your abs and penis doing today?' sort of way.
you know my pussy doesn't know between good and evil
Now all my porn is stored in my parents’ basement. It’s like a part of my soul is boxed up
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