He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
rainy day on campus = new personal fetish for girls in booty shorts and colorful rain boots
You are colorful like whore, yet adorable, like sad puppy. You need more drink.
I keep getting texted pictures of my husband with other men. I can't figure out if he wants a divorce or a threesome?
we're almost there. Shes pounding on the car window telling the nurse whos on a smoke break to fuck off.
He sent me a Microsoft outlook meeting request to blow him in the storage room at work. I had to accept.
I've noticed we have slowly begun to phase the "B" out of our Bromance.
I have a high opinion of you, you smash bitches. Respect.
maybe if I avoid him long enough we could skip the talking part of "we need to talk"
walk of shame. I'm wearing my rain jacket over my dragon costume. My tail keeps dragging in the rain.
I just found out two girls I dated met each other, bonded over how much they hate me, started dating and are gonna get married soon.
So when's a good time this week to show up at your apartment in nothing but a trench coat and a bow? Y'know. Hypothetically.
I could see myself being this awkward weirdo drunk girl that patted strangers and danced terribly but was powerless to stop it
I don't think meeting his drug dealers counts as a relationship landmark.
so third time im replacing the batteries on my vibrator in 2 months #sosingle....on another note though, black beauty is raring to go
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