I go to guys houses late at night, have a little fun, come back by dawn having made their life a little bit better. I am the official blow job fairy.
It sucks..Now I'm depressed because appearence wise, she's the closest to my favorite pornstar I'll ever get..
Just think about it this way, every time you work Sunday, it's another $75 and that equals another hooker when we go to Amsterdam.
come over, blizzard of oz party. dress up.
When I was with you my penis felt like a fat woman crammed into a pair of lulu lemons
I think we got naked. I can't remember but if you have "friends" written on your ass, then we did. Because I have "best" on mine.
He's an acquired taste, like S&M or those crunchy things they put in salads
Croutons?
She asked if i could guess "what shape her carpet was". I got it wrong (christmas tree).
New rule for Thursdays: no high gymnastics
I think id rather titty fuck an A cup than deal with what happened tonight again. shits depressing
he asked me where I was going to school, and then we started having sex, and I answered his question forty five minutes later after we were done. It was the chilliest thing ever.
You said "I'm not gonna waste my last condom on you" last night.
After walking ten blocks barefoot in Boston I've concluded drunk me needs to make better decisions.
Welp. June's off to a great start. I just ripped my pants, completely sober, at 10:30 p.m.
He saw me naked after our first date and still asked for a second.. so I think we’re doing good
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