last night was a success...if success means i don't remember the guy's name and my panties are somewhere in the parking lot behind the bar
using the left over highlighters from the blacklight party to study for finals. feeling the need to write insert penis here on my econ notes.
I don't see why you're so upset, it's not like you were wearing pants either.
I could end up kidnapped. Or worse, the night will be really awkward.
It was that same situation where "cuddling on the floor" was actually just code for "rough shameful hate sex" hahaha.
My ex just sent me a message asking if she could blow me, but only if we get caught by her new bf. If she promises to swallow I'm doing it.
Do you think I shall pursue this journey to the center if the dick?
The last time I went to Vegas and the sun started to rise, my copilot went home with her nipples pierced.
So everything was good he was big spoon I was little spoon and then I got peed on
So I can confidently say that I'm the only 3rd year engineering student who completed all 4 of their exams with One Direction pens
we both turned hook ups into relationships we are crushing this thing called life right now.
It was really strange. I feel like I had sex with a synchronized swimmer.
I would go disguised as someone he didn't have premature ejaculative sex with but I don't know if I could stay in character.
Now I’m honestly wondering if I took this kids virginity
my grocery list today consisted of condoms. and butter.
umm... whats the butter for?
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