Let's just be mature adults about last night and never speak of it again.
I shall celebrate this moment with a beer conveniently located in the sock drawer directly to the right of me.
flashcards smell like vodka and my textbook is in the toilet. ready for the final
As I was going down on her I noticed she had a tatoo on her inner thigh that said "Eat it like your birthday cake".
I sorta feel bad for the actual person in my fake id that got a drunk in public charge.
Im not spending 10 to get hit on by potential transexuals even if they are cuter than most of the girls I dated.
laying naked on couch sucking water through straw. i can still feel the orgasm from last night. thank you mdma.
There is only one good excuse for how sore I am right now. And that is incredibly acrobatic sex. Unfortunately for me that is not my excuse.
Then again, I'm single and napping with a stuffed yoda doll...so I'm not the world's authority on shit.
I just fucked her in her boyfriends bathroom... he was in the room sleeping.
if i ever wake up in the morning and don't feel a boner in my asscrack then this relationship is over
The fact that he offered to stop once he stuck it in my ass was sadly the most considerate thing anybody's ever done for me.
I can't sleep. My mind keeps asking "turn down for what?" but it won't accept any of my answers.
I mean, he'll either figure it the fuck out or set my apartment on fire. Either way, it will be entertaining.
can jess come too?
sure! but I don't have enough booze for the both of you.
she comes with her own booze, no worries.
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