I have a page in my 2010 scrapbook dedicated to pictures of his cock.
How's work?
Spinning.
Hey, did you take me to hospital last night?
My vagina senses are tingling. I know your here.
I will miss his soup and his dick the most
I feel like my uterus is decaying in my body
No more drinking with Em. She was on the ground so much she looked like she belongs in a lifealert commercial
If he survived pride he can survive a gay bar
If I hid at school to avoid the cops, is it fleeing and evading or just being a good student?
Sex on acid. Try it. I thought we were fucking in outer space with fireworks inside a rocketship car. Best.
She shoved a hot dog in my pocket and started grinding on it.
As long as he continues to be our subleaser and continues to fuck me, I think it's acceptable for me to steal a piece of bread here and there.
There is an unwrapped tampon, a condom, a rubber chicken and a slim Jim currently sitting on our dining room table.
Once upon a time I threw up in my own hands last night.
Side note: I apologize for sex being the subject of every single one of my texts. That's what happens when you date an older man who constantly denies you sex on the basis of his ridiculous morals.
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