It was like a secret agent hookup. No names, swift execution, get in- get out.
suddenly, hermaphrodite night sounds like a really bad idea
I wore my front clasp bra so he would have to prove his sobriety to me before we had sex.
We're on a cock hunt. Everything is fair game.
I'll just dance on top of the ping pong table, and if it's stable enough for that, then it's stable enough for sex
his phone is always ringing though. It makes me feel like I'm dating a doctor who's always on call.
yeah, dating a doctor sounds much better than fucking your drug dealer.
yeah dropping that class because i really don't want to be known as the girl who fell asleep in class and threw up as she walked out for an entire semester
Yeah, you went up to him and said "I stare at people until they feel obligated to talk to me."
Btw, you're my emergency contact at Planned Parenthood
You know that girl that climbed through my window and got in my bed with me and fucked me? It turns out she was real and has a real boyfriend who is real pissed
It reeks of weed and poor life decisions in here
It's almost like he's actually taking my commentary and criticism to heart, but simultaneously succumbing to some primal urge to wear less clothing each time.
I told him I want him to read me my Miranda rights while he's fucking me. Act exactly like he does while he's on duty except with his dick out.
you stood in front of the mirror for 20 minutes and finally said, "he can hear everything i'm saying inside my head. we need to leave." now try and tell me there is no such thing as too high.
Is it sad that my idea of a quality foursome would involve one person eating me out while the other two rub my feet?
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