your transformation into a slut upon entering college is like a shakespearian tragedy
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.
She made me go with her to get a pregnancy test since she's missed a few birth control pills. She made me park in the "expectant mothers" spot at CVS and preceded to ask if it would be in the pest control section.
there were no ball for pong so he bought cat toys..... they had bells in them
At what point last night did I start ordering doubles?
Right after we had the just friends talk..
I give him a gold star every time I orgasm. His room looks like he's freaking King Midas.
I FOUND THE NORMAL CONDOMS. THIS IS GOD TELLING ME TO CHASE AFTER MY DREAM.
I think my greatest accomplishment today was probably using a bottle opener to get the cap off my fourth drink while holding the cat WITHOUT dropping him.
Oh god, what has my life become?
Went to the elf storage building to help him get his old dresser. Found his brother's stash in the drawer and ended up passed out w him on the mattress in there instead.
I'm starting to think that birthday sex is just an urban legend. Like the boogey man, and woman orgasms.
I've really become a household name at this fraternity. Mother would be so proud.
There's just no proper way to thank a man for that many consecutive orgasims.
The dominatrix coworker is currently listening to pop music that has been translated into an Irish dialect and sung by high school kids. Every day gets weirder here.
I feel bad for her. If you sacrifice and have a chubby husband I feel that you assume he's not going to cheat on you....
My "birthday sex" consisted of approximately 25 seconds of him going down on me in the shower.
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