I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
Found an earplug stuck to the inside of my thigh this afternoon. Just how much noise were we making?
I'm quite proud of this turning point from one night stands to giving some guy a BJ to fix my car for free.
Yes perhaps we are both wrong. And did you call me bj girl?
Never again. I promise. My old gay body can't handle that much adrenaline twice.
I have a challenge for you: find out where you are. you will receive Taco Bell if you succeed
Took me 10 minutes of oral to finally get him hard for like 30 seconds of sex until he came and passed out. Def not worth the ROI.
Funny, 'cause his story is it went great. He faked passing out so he wouldn't have to do anything in return.
Robert just walked in drunk, grabbed my Jameson from me, told me to let him do his thing, and spilled it all over the coffee table. Then he told me to grab a funnel because he was going home.
Her one night stand followed us to mass. This is too funny for real life.
There is a stockpile of mangos and vodka in my backyard and I'm at least 90% sure you had something to do with it.
I would just like to say that I had morning sex today to the Hamilton soundtrack. So.
If me saying "come f***k me now" is talking, then yes.
My friends say stay away from him but it’s still 2017 so I’m allowed to make shit decisions until midnight hahah
He asked me how many starwars references he could make before i no longer find him attractive.
Is it weird that I shop for lingerie by thinking if it will look good on both me and your floor?
No. Not at all.
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