I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
O.A.R does not stand for Old Recycled Abortions.
Found my new morning breakfast spot. Hospital cafeteria. Nobody asks questions, they just assume shit went downnn
I came out of bedroom with my jeans on backwards, zipped AND buttoned. I have inconceivable talents whilst intoxicated.
She told me I had to leave by four. We fucked until six thirty and we are the champions played on the way home. Yeah god knew
you threatened to puke on the table cause they didnt serve eggs Benedict
I know I should be focused on nurturing their bright little minds but it's 10 a.m. and I need a cock in my mouth
Our suitemates are shrooming again. I left a less colorful dress hanging on the door, change before you come in because purple is making Maeve cry.
Let's fuck under the stars. And by under the stars I mean in my bed underneath my glow in the dark star stickers.
So I definitely fucked a guy while holding on to his pigtails like reigns last night.
The most literal cowgirl position ever.
He used pronouns for his penis while sexting. I don't know what I did to deserve this.
Also, full disclose I puked in a fruit barrel box
So technically I made out with my second cousin this weekend... But it's by marriage and I'm adopted, so it's ok.
I have filthy fantasies involving his tongue. My vagina almost exploded while he was licking that ice cream cone.
I showed up drunk and covered in glitter, smelling like stale booze and dirty stripper and my younger brother gave thanks his life wasn’t a shitshow like mine
That’s how my thanksgiving went
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