Im in Brooklyn, he wasnt 23 or a musician pick me up
it always starts out as a suggestion then three hours later I have cum in my eye.
We have sex, then he cooks. It's like a fantasy.
I mean I like that it's warm enough to open the windows, but it annoys me that I can't walk around naked anymore.
The only birthday messages I got from men were from my 8th grade boyfriend and the bouncer at our bar. I think I'm doing something wrong in life.
Woke up on the floor holding a sandwich. Shots. Never again.
Divorce is final. Doing tequila shots at 1 in the afternoon.
ride him like a prized pony all the way to orgasm town.
This old guy just saw me toking on my bubbler before I go to the dentist. He gave me the nod.
well I have to shit but I'm too hungover to push, and I snorted advil so I wouldn't have to swallow it and throw up.. hungover is an understatement.
I've sold more douches working here than one man should sell in a lifetime
Funny you say that, I just sold my stripper pole to my mom tonight...
He doesn't have an existential crisis after we have really violent sex now which is nice
I did not pay that kind of money so that It could be hidden. that bra needs to shine in glory so that it can be seen by the world.
you are the only girl i know that would bring a plate of cookies to a hook up. but they were awesome. thanks. next time cupcakes?
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