He came in the heat vent in my car. Don't ask how it happened.
but why does your life always sound like the plot of a porn?
Ps. The strap-on in the pic i sent you last night was not mine. Just wanted to clear that up.
I just want to jump into a ballpool of dicks now.
No teenage boy ever gets scared away from sex unless she is slipping a wedding ring on your finger or is killing your cat. I promise.
He said "I can't wait for you to feel me inside of you so I can tell you gently that you're mine" and left me a 4 minute voice mail of him crying after I told him I didn't want to be with him. 30 year olds are off limits.
Living room floor. I asked him to give me a back rub. He did. And smoothly transitioned that to foreplay, then basically threw me on the floor. My vagina hurts. He deserves another Christmas present.
Whenever we go out my brain flips on autopilot, straight to blackout.
After my lunch today, I've got $10 till Sunday night. I am losing at life.
Last year I got a dildo in the mail on my birthday. Today it was just a credit card bill. Sadface.
I had sex with a boy who lives in a closet, that's like having sex with Harry Potter, right?
He let me eat chexmix while we fucked... I think I love him.
She told me the next morning I stared at her tits for like 15 minutes with binoculars from only a few seats away.
You know you're drunk when you have to be picked up out of a bathtub.
I'm going to leave the 5 dollars that fell out of my bra while fucking in his room on the dresser as an apology
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