I dont abuse you, i just hit you while we have sex
He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
There's a show on the Discovery Channel about T-Rex sex. I think this just made my life.
we fucked while standing on a ladder. challenging, but worth it.
I think theres a high possibility i could be flammable.
I just want to know who nailed the chicken nugget to the door.
You're right. Single life welcomed me back with open arms. It's like it knew it wasnt going to be long when I left.
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if I open my eyes, my head will explode. that hungover.
When we were texting for those few weeks, I some how established a crush on you. And its weird and wild and stupid and silly. But these things just have to be said sometimes to determine what's real and what is infatuation. And to suffer the consequences of five am drunk philosophy. No regrets.
you know that moment when all the alcohol kicks in and suddenly you realize the bar is very loud and you just want to bite someone sexy and ride their face i am kinda at that moment
You don't understand. My ass is the color of eggplant.
It does not feel like it was just this morning that I had a penis in multiple cavities of my body
I just got dumped by my fuck buddy. Now I have to have sex with my husband.
my mom is drunk and is trying to get me to take a picture of her ass. what is life?
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