I'm gonna write a book, Things that go bump in the night: The story of Katelyn. Chapter one, my roommate is a dumb whore.
You kept saying thank you to the automatic toilet as it flushed your puke.
I am currently google image searching dick piercings, trying to see what I'm getting myself into.
I couldnt give him head when all I could hear was his little brother playing the piano and this family singing along to it.
well, duh, but it's like you don't even want to see me masturbate with a wine bottle.
No idea. I woke up in the middle of the night to you drooling and gnawing on my arm. Then you rolled over, punched the air 4 times, then proceeded to talk about your hair in your sleep.
Just so we're clear this time around: This is dinner with my FAMILY. Not an opportunity for you to drink too much, and use the word "dick-thumpin" in casual conversation.
Bad breakup?
He posted a pic of me fully naked and smiling as he inserted a carrot into my vagina as my FB profile pic and then changed the PW, locking me out of my own account. So 500 of my closest friends, family, and coworkers now have that mental image of me on FB.
He just stared into my eyes and touched himself. That isn't hooking up.
It got heated then she just left and I was all alone in the women's restroom.
A big toe in my vag is not foreplay.
it is basically gonna be an ugly Christmas sweater rave
I snorted xanax while wearing reindeer antlers. Prancer gone wild. Have a merry Christmas.
I jammed my finger giving him a hand job. Don't ask how, I'm still trying to figure that out.
Oh no. Did you guys fuck on my pull out couch?
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