So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
i'm forgoing the post-coitus cuddling sesh to ask u this :when he says he loves me and all i can think to say is either "cool" or "i love boning you," what do i do?
Baconater + red wine = first meal of the day
the mandatory saturday morning class for those written up by RA's turned into a gold mine...just met EVERY hot chick that parties.
i dedicated my morning wood to you.
Mustard is by no means a replacement for yellow wall paint
He must be back home now. He moved his box of beer from her porch to ours.
I just remembered you had me meet your law professor while I was wasted...how'd that go?
He's rapping about a turtle neck sweater. Please come get me.
I FINALLY GET TO MASTURBATE. SO EXCITED.
he just used a semicolon in the middle of a sext
I'm seeing how far I can grow my leg hair out before Jason will say anything. I'm up to an inch
im mourning your vaginas lack of frictional upkeep
Also fucking you night and morning and then serving your parents breakfast is a bit awkward. And funny. To me.
Don’t get me wrong—I love silver and bracelets—but handcuffs are not a good look on me…
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