great sex! but now the fight over who sleeps on the wet spot starts.
Guy at red light looking at porn. I'm waiting for him to look over at me so I can shake my head and he can feel bad
It was like fucking a house. Down the chimney. That deep and empty.
there are certain things about getting into a cab to go home at 630 am that make me feel like a prostitute.
I don't remember how we paid for the cab. I do however remember giving him my heels 2 help with the bill.
I thought i'd save money with No Heat November but the amount of whiskey i have to buy to stay warm is probably adding up to more than a heat bill.
I just remembered how awesome your handjobs were in 7th grade, you were a true champ, thank you
I want him to be the Hulk to my Brooke Hogan this Halloween. Can I ask him to be my daddy this weekend?
Only if you say it like that.
SURVIVAL MODE. WE CAN DO THIS. Celebratory survived-working-christmas-retail sex to follow
I'm a hopeless romantic that likes rough sex. Judge me
I literally walked into the toilet, looked at my reflection, said "alcohol" and went back to bed...
Then he unzipped his pants and whispers, " oohhh, look out!"
I just met a drunk old lady with a bedazzled life alert alarm around her neck. I love casinos
I'm setting goals and achieving them. I'd say I'm quite mature for my age.
You're goal was to fuck him and you don't even remember it.
I'm doing my drinking workout. 20 pushups for each beer I finish. I should write a fucking book
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