And my awkwardness continues. I felt the need to send him a text that said roar. I did it.
I don't know whether I should be pissed that there's glitter in my bed or proud that there's semen in there too.
Just role played anchorman. And yes, I did take her to pleasure town.
I don't really want to write this paper. It's the last one of the semester - I need to savor the feeling of procrastination.
I'm inventing beer flavored vodka. This raspberry shit makes me feel like a pussy.
In need of cum proof mascara. Don't judge me.
I've been drunk in my life. But I've never been "crying in 5 Guys at 1 in the afternoon" drunk
I pull out like 90% of the time, but that's just to make art.
Is it some european holiday today? We both woke up to find loaves of bread in our rooms...
i just tried to use a string cheese as a light source
But what I'm actually thinking about is how everyone except me had sex on my bed this weekend and now I'm just sleeping in it with a 7 foot tall blue panda
Smoking a bowl and ordering Dominos, you want in on either, both, or none?
Even his sexts are poetic. He said breasts instead of tits so I'm gonna lock this shit down asap
Did you have a good sleep?
if a good sleep includes waking up cuddling a bottle of wine I had a GREAT sleep
he asked me for a magic BJ...is that supposed to be different from a normal BJ?
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