it was nice. we just kind of hung out. she didnt even mention the farting incident.
i think 'regret' was last night's theme. i could taste it in my mouth and woke up next to it.
Just traded a samurai sword for some drugs. It's gonna be one random ass night
He made me a "booty call of the year" award.
I have to fuck proof my bed. It was in the middle of the room this time.
My mother walked into the bathroom at 345 am while I was splashing in the bathtub with the remnants of her birthday cake all over me... she looked at me and walked out...
I dont know. Theres no way you can be ready for the sex hurricane that will consume you.
What I'm trying to say is, that time you chained me to my dresser and made me beg for it was incredibly romantic.
You were holding up a boot and yelling boot gang
I Can't even believe I threw all my pizza rolls at her, I mean not only did i ruin a good meal but now I dont have anymore
The worst part was when I went to go spit it out and rinse my mouth, his grandpa was in the bathroom, so I had to fucking wait. It was awful. I finally ran to the kitchen and prayed his parents didn't come out of their room.
I woke up with a meat pie in my hand and my mouth tasting like an ashtray. I'm a catch, really!
Visions of polite missionary are dancing in my head right now kinda and it alarms me
Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this.
How ironic... opening your legs for closure.
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