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.
he aplogized for the shitty sex and called me "ma'am" when he did it. And he wants redemption sex. Gah I love southern gentlemen.
I have no idea what happened last night, but you're the only person I remember smashing my face into. Be honored.
I'm pretty sure whiskey overrules bulimia in the eyes of Texas boys
You know how there are wrinkles in your brain? What if they were filled with potato chips? That's kind of how my head feels now.
I just caught myself watching and Irish step dance documentary in my underwear drinking nyquil through a straw at 2 in the afternoon. today's off to a good start.
Currently studying Econ, while waiting outside current booty call's residence for him to return from the strip club. This is your fault.
Next Halloween I want us to dress up as jockeys, get drunk, and ride a carousel all night until we throw up or declare a winner
I made him fuck me with my coat zipped up and a unicorn mask on. That level of drunk sex. Weird and creepy yet highly satisfying.
Sorry, I was watching the Olympic story about the Canadian guy and drinking out of the prescription bottle and crying because it was so beautiful.
There's always a silver lining when massive voluptuous tits are involved
I need to get all the one night tinders in my system before I move back in with my parents
The fact that I can now puke rainbows on snapchat makes my life that much better
just the thought of you slurpin down noodles really rustles my jimmy
you suck at sexting
I showered three hours ago and yet feel the need for another one already. This is my day.
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