Like all of my pajamas are shirts of guys I shacked with in college
do to the flooding of the park, there will be a midnight bikini mud wrestling party behind my dorm. all are welcome.
he told me he expects me to keep the fangs on when i go down on him. presumptuous, yes, but man after my own heart.
you know...the drug dealer i named my baby after.
i love you. like a brother. a brother that i had sex with more than once.
Did you seriously take investment advice from our coke dealer?
I let him fuck me in a batman costume. Don't talk to me about needing to read fifty shades gray.
At what point in life does one make the conscious decision to incorporate capes into everyday life? Like, as a fashion statement?
I'm not sure how to answer that. Is it a general question or one you're wondering about for yourself? Because I don't think you're there yet.
he had a Pillsbury dough boy tattoo to remind him of his drug dealing days
It's just unfortunate that I still have the image of him having sex with me fresh in my mind
I someohow managed to lose my butt plug in tne midst of moving to B.C. and I am not a happy camper.
It was a glorious ass. He has amazing hands. I want to fuck him until he can't do math anymore.
My boss and I ended up at the same strip club. We both got lap dances while talking about work.
Did you have a good sleep?
if a good sleep includes waking up cuddling a bottle of wine I had a GREAT sleep
When I planned out my evening, "co-author lesbian vampire erotica" was not anywhere on my list of expected activities.
Me neither, but hey, this is where we've ended up. Let's embrace the moment.
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