just went back to the bar and asked if they found a shoe last night.
A kind stripper put a blanket over me last night
He just climbed off me and used my hairspray to fix his hair. If he hadn't just gone down on me I would think he's gay.
He was president of his frat and had a clap on disco ball in his room... or course I slept with him
I would feel bad sleeping with her unless all of her personalities were on board with it.
He turned me into a screamer. Guess I'm really not a lesbian.
I couldn't tell if they ere dancing or fucking but they won the costume contest
I need a moral compass that doesn't always point to dick
This is the second time this month a hookup cried when I left...bro get your shit together bar does NOT equal wife 😬
i had to flash a cab last night.
did it work?
No. he slowed down but then kept going. story of my life.
Was I just dreaming, or was there a corpse at work last night?
She was just sleeping.
Is it bad that I'm kind of disappointed by that?
My "birthday sex" consisted of approximately 25 seconds of him going down on me in the shower.
It was like Lady and the Tramp, but just tramp and the tramp. And instead of spaghetti and meatballs, we had whiskey and cups
after we fucked i left the room and when i came back he was patting his dick whispering "prouda you lil guy...prouda you"
She said cowgirls can can pee standing up and proceeded to pull up her dress and drop her underwear.
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