I'm not saying he was bad at sex, but I'm pretty sure I anti-climaxed.
he refuses to go down on me anymore when he's high because he thinks my clit piercing stares at him
I'm in the library if you wanna come give me library head.
seriously when did my vagina become a soup kitchen for the poor
Also, I think I'm too drunk to be at the gym right now. But how sober do you need to be for IM volleyball?
After this weekend, it looks come this holiday season I'll be walking in a winter abortionland.
This is my transition from small talk texts to booty call texts. Coming over?
Quite the smooth talker. There in 5.
i was really disappointed no one would drink beer from our cleavage last night except for us
I am compiling a playlist that reminds me of all my best sexual encounters. It shall be called THE MUSIC OF MY VAGINA'S PEOPLE
Dude. It's not even nine. I don't know yet.
Drink number four. Don't even tell me about its not even nine
She's not a foreskin expert like you
You partied and then got cock slapped, Don't tell me you didn't have fun
I'm more than my video games and dildo collection
Somehow his homemade liquor activated memories of my semester abroad three years ago. I ended up yelling random medical advice in German, while my roommates played dress-up with the cat stoned out of their minds. I consequently gave up on dating. Back in the ONS game.
I definitely almost just pulled a condom out of my purse instead of money for my dad.
Randomize
