are you still at the devil's house?
"romantic friends" sounds more classy then friends with benfits
Its as if he has to do the exact opposite of what I tell him. Don't come in my eye, pfshh it's in my eye. Don't come on the cat, pfshh it's on the cat.
I knew I was high when I wanted to write a poem about how great it felt to wash my face
every time i wear that dress i get kicked out of a bar.
He scratched off my spray tan. Literal nail marks down my back. Can't imagine what's underneath his fingernails.
Sitting on an airplane reeking of booze, sex and shame while surrounded by families coming home from Disney. This is not one of my finer moments.
I'm in the sex attic, crying, eating french toast and taco
I don't care how great the sex was, I cannot unsee what has been seen. I regret ever stalking his Facebook.
My hands are stained pink. I look like I fisted a muppet.
Fuck off I wasn't that drunk. I was still able to toss froot loops in the air and catch them in my mouth.
And in your bra. It was quite entertaining.
I was drunk and on Craigslist.. The drunk-text offers people got must have been either horrifying or glorious
Can we both just take a day off just to have sex? Is that acceptable as an adult?
I just watched a porn called gay of thrones and I think I've reached a new low in my life
Between falling off a shelf on to a concrete floor and sex with you - i may never walk again.
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