Coming down off exstacy at a church event. Resisting the urge to dance to the church hymns.
Sorry if I ruined your sex last night with my constant text updates about the plot of Bolt.
I need to stop fucking people before I get to know them
I've made out with men from every corner of the globe. Sex-wise, I've almost conquered europe. Take that napoleon
I need to make a 'no kissing' rule for my casual hookups during cold season...this cold is so not worth it.
Also, turning on the light this morning was a 3 step process. Way too hungover.
He put my hand on his penis and said welcome home.
Honestly I'm so excited to go to bed I feel as if I don't deserve to be in my early twenties.
I woke up to the sound of him repeatedly tapping out SOS in Morse Code using his hard cock.
I felt like a responsible adult. A responsible adult that may or may not end up shitfaced. But not heaving purple puke into a urinal like last time because I'm classy now.
I think he has some internal "man stuff" that keeps getting in the way.
Like alcoholism and general douchbagary.
He's hot....knda sweaty, drunk smells like feet....but he's hung like a whale....so in other words totally your type
Who am I kidding? With my track record, I'm going to end up sleeping at the strip club with just nipple tassels on.
Is there a reason why your pubic hair is a plastic bag on my bathroom floor? And yes I know its yours... You wrote your name on the bag
its Niagara falls. its like international waters. You can get away with anything there
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