We were chasing that deer in the quad and next thing I remember I woke up in my RAs bed. I'm probably in trouble.
i went to go through my sent box of drunk texts from last night and they were all deleted... i'm going to assume drunk me made the executive decision that sober me would be better off not knowing what they said
When the cops came you just told them you'd go to your time out corner.
She literally crushed my balls between her butt cheeks. It was both the greatest and worst thing ever. Dancers are awesome.
He tied my whole arm, in its cast, to the headboard first. He mumbled something about safe, sane, and consensual?
We all have our weaknesses that drive us crazy. We happen to have one in common, 21 year olds. Your secrets safe. Touch his penis.
The only requirement is that his name is Kevin... All other factors don't matter to drunk me. Drunk me likey Kevins.
Pretty sure I scared him off for good. The lesbian in me is ecstatic.
He ate me out in the forest at that park we used to hit my bong in highschool again, somehow this isn't what I pictured being 25 would be like
stef broke her leg trying to vault over the coffee table. these olympics drinking games are going to fucking kill us
A man just squeezed past me in a tight space and said, "Excuse us."
Well if homeless lesbian experimenting divorcée is your new M.O., you're gonna need to start drinking more anyway so if that's what it takes to talk about it tomorrow afternoon, bottoms up bitch
Trust me, dating 38 and 20 year old dudes at the same time is the best. Money plus all of the sex. Finally figured out this relationship thing.
Oh great. I guess I'm second on that list now that we've confirmed she's not a lesbian AND that was her sister.
I have bruises everywhere an I broke the lamp. So ya I'd considerate rough sex.
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