we've reached the level in our friendship where i don't think he would rape me
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
I don't understand why we need a holiday to become more aware of boobs...
She gave me a handjob while eating a mcdouble with mayo on the way home from the bars at 2 in the morning. Car was full of people. This could be forever
i left the icescrapper in his bathroom. i dont remember taking it there, but i remember brushing his hair with it.
The entire time I'm blowing him she's in the back seat lecturing me on the reasons why you're not suppose to do that while they're driving...
he asked me for a gerbil feeder full of alcohol
I can honestly say I've never had orange soda poured on my vagina before, that's a story for the grand kids
it's graduation. he's gonna get congratulations slash emotional i cant believe youre leaving me sex.
I would just like to point out that someone I had sex with drove me so I could have sex with you. I deserve some type of "most loyal booty call ever" award.
Vodka and tater tots have managed to satisfy me more than most of the guys I've slept with.
another side note: i'm officially selling my underwear on the internet
Let's make this a nightly thing. You'll explain the Watergate scandal like you're telling me a bedtime story while I eat popcorn high as fuck
There is no rule that you can't be in a room with more than one dick that's been inside you.
We were talking about kinky shit, and I suggested a hand job in church.
How'd that go over?
Praise the lord and pass the lotion.
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