either we just had an earthquake or I am really good @ masturbating
if she leaves who will i have to secretly talk about behind thier back
well after he sqeezed a zit off his forearm i got the hell outta there
we do all of our sexting over chat on words with friends, so my boyfriend doesn't know about it when he looks at my texts.
I was too drunk to read the menu, let alone her body language.
The magic cards should have been the first clue. The comments that I have "amazing birthing hips" and that I'm "beautiful in a child bearing sort of way just sealed his fate.
I haven't had nearly enough lesbian experiences to fully commit to this relationship.
There's a good chance a guy sucked off my right earring last night
I was making out with him, and then his friend randomly took off my pants and started going down on me. My first semi-threesome was a success.
I am almost positive I asked to milk her when I was saying my goodbyes.
Walking into the first day of college is like walking into a meat market. A meat market of sex.
It was his birthday and he drunkenly offered me Portillo's and diamonds in exchange for a snap chat of my boobs. Even sober it seemed like a good idea at 3 in the morning.
He is more interested in finding his sweater than he is in having sex with me. It better be a great fucking sweater.
I woke up in your kitchen with my ID in my hand and my nails were painted electric blue. Dude.... never let me have fireball again.
By talk things out did he mean have passionate angry sex?
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