is it bad if i hope guys are like edward cullen and can read my mind. i could be a whore in disguise.
he thought he was parachuting out of a plane... talk about a bad trip.
If im still in the bathroom puking when the sirens go off please distract the cops.
Has now officially visited every ER in this city in one semester.
i just kept saying he was red & i was blue and we couldnt become purple. I started crying at one point
There was a reason that "Throat Warrior 2011" was written on my martini glass. He said my title was undisputed.
Hunting for men at chipotle... I feel like I should be more disappointed that this is the way my life is going but I'm really just excited for the potential.
Like wrapping my dick in silk, wrapping that in velvet, and putting it in a cloud. A warm, tight, wet cloud.
Is "when in doubt date the guy with the bigger dick" a good philosophy?
The sex was so bad. I kept sending people snapchats of my face during it.
I feel like im becoming the girl who only drunk texts him. I would be in the dog house, if situations like this had dog houses.
I have what looks like a rubber stamp mark on my cock from last night that says "Magic Marla Approved" Do we know a Marla?
Did you get any pics? And I can only imagine how inferior you must have felt knowing that somewhere in that room was a guy whose penis was the length of your forearm.
See I insist I'm not a groupie and then I say things like "will bang for a backstage pass".
Don't get mad but There's blood everywhere and the only thing I remember is the bj from your cousin.
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