it tastes like there's a party in my mouth and everyone is throwing up
boyfriend # 1 is in the bathroom and boyfriend # 2 is ringing the doorbell need back up this is not a drill i repeat this is not a drill
Then they all walked away with the drinks I bought them, and the fat one slapped me in the face. I left and my car had been towed. Worst night ever.
There are only families here. I'm at the bar alone double fisting drinks. You cannot get any more approachable than I am now.
I'm in the sex attic, crying, eating french toast and taco
And apparently i asked another younger guy at the bar if he wanted his bud light pumped straight into his vag. As i put back an irish car bomb...
She got the hiccups while deep throating me. It was epic. Once in a lifetime experience.
Watermelon juice. Makes everything better. Gin. Wine. EVERYTHING.
I had a dream about that dude. It was the first time I had a dream about him since the tryst.
The tryst?
The hookup. I like using sophisticated words for my foolish decisions. Makes me retain some dignity.
Oh hell no my vagina is on that screenshot
He used pronouns for his penis while sexting. I don't know what I did to deserve this.
Meh, all I have to do tomorrow is proctor an AP test. No loud noises and no physical activity allowed for almost 4 hours. Sounds like the perfect recovery period for a hangover.
When you leave ur sleepover boy on ur front porch waiting for a cab bc work
I managed all three standard threesome configurations a female-bodied person can achieve in just under nine years. I want to high-five everyone involved, but I've lost touch with a couple of them
Today we memorialize my orgasms. Taken from me over six months ago, gone too soon. Here's to hoping we'll see one again
Randomize
