she's like the human form of herpes, as soon as you think she's gone for good you have another out break.
I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Five things that make you perfect. Go.
The skin of a dead hooker. The blood of the innocent. The soul of a kitten. The hat from cat in the hat. And sunglasses.
everyday i am more and more thankful i can still check the no box for "have you ever been convicted of a felony?" on applications
I hate drunken dyslexia, i thought she said "someone to do" not "something to do" long story short i now have a restraining order.
Sunburnt clitoris. How do I deal with it.
It's a good deal. He teaches me how to longboard, then we have sex
I think I've lost the thrill of being a slut. It's just that the newness has worn off, I think.
We were fucking on his hammock and right as he came we flipped over. I landed on him, he landed on a pile of pinecones. We're done with nature sex.
Duuuude. Everything is so brilliant right now. This frosting is freaking orgasmic.
It's vanilla, man. Accept no substitutes. There are so many t's in that word.
I can dry shave vagina like a champ
Apparently that big girl from last night tried to take me upstairs when I was blacked out and all I did was grab Qs arm and whisper 'don't let her take me'
My mom is selling her car. I'm secretly relieved I won't ever have to tell her about that time you puked in it
I need to be her Aladdin, and show her the world. The sex world.
Third time this week I've caught co workers dry humping. Quarantine really changes people's priorities.
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