morning outfit: hottub soaked skirt. no underwear. someone's bandanna worn as a shirt. took me an hour to walk home. this isn't fun anymore.
So at this point...I'm sure you heard the story about Saturday night
He was wearing a Knicks jersey I had to go home with him. it was a rough season.
Man, jail baloney is awful.
As much as I'm all for laying on his living room couch, watching spongebob and having spoon sex, it's becoming a routine.
I just want him to slap me with his dick and call it love
Use motel 8. I'll give you my credit card #. i'll pay for it cuz i care about your vagina.
they were fucking between cars in the parking lot and everyone was cheering at them.
We stuck the straw in the bourbon as a joke, you saw it as a challenge.
Weird come down, just saw a woman on the train go to grab something and realised she had terrifying hands. They literally filled me with dread. I don't think I'm ok.
Its okay that he doesn't remember you, he only remembers girls by their boobs and I think you were wearing a jacket
somehow this went from sexting to explaining my eating disorder.
I had so much stripper lotion and body glitter on my glasses I had a hard time driving home.
He's gonna do me a solid for doing her a solid. It's like pay it foward. But with sex.
I thought the first time I got peed on it would be by a baby...
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