i think 'regret' was last night's theme. i could taste it in my mouth and woke up next to it.
It's 10am, I'm at grocery store buying booze b/c the bf just told me that he didn't "technically" break up with his ex.
He ripped my extensions out during sex, not noticing until this morning when he saw them on the floor. I told him they werent mine and he went and threw them in his sister's room.
i mean i'm ok with bufu but if i'm gonna do it it needs to be a mutual agreement, and there are steps that need to be taken. you don't just go OOPS we're doing it now
My mom asked me if I was being satisfied, sexually. And then discussed positioning.
I queefed so loud it echoed.
You do realize there's a subtle difference between not remembering your outfit from april 17th of last year vs forgetting that last night you undressed in the street and were grabbing every dick you could reach, right?
exactly. I want him to have to live with the fact that he fucked me. I want him to look me in the eye and say "you were a drunken mistake".
BTW send me your address and size of condoms you wish your lover was-- "if you build it, they will come"
Apparently I'm short enough to sit on his lap and fuck him while he is driving because the cop didn't notice.
I showed him my toy collection and he goes, "You won't need those anymore," and dropped his pants. I threw the House of Pleasure out last night.
Have a glass of wine with dinner they said. Your hydrocodone has worn off they said... NOPE
This morning I found four opened yet full beers on my desk and my towel rack pulled off the wall and in bed with me
I was so high I didn't realize I'd put on someone else's bra. I thought my boobs had shrunk.
I need to wear something that says I would have sex with you but I'm not going to
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