IM NOT LETTING YOU PEE ON ME IF THATS WHAT YOURE GETTING AT.
He smothers me through text. I can't even image what he'd be like in person.
Managed to convince my mom that I had been home for 3 hours sleeping on the couch downstairs and this t-shirt was your dads. I am SUCH a fucking boss.
I put labels all over the house on things I think are mine. A cactus, the dog, and a bottle of wine.
These shoes are way too nice for a walk of shame. Its how I keep myself in line.
How was your weekend?
The sex was so good. It hurts to exist.
I JUST WANT TO HAVE MILDLY SOCIALLY ACCEPTABLE SEX WITH HIM AND CALL HIM CUPCAKE.
8:30 every morning in the third floor bathroom we fuck in the handicap stall. You have your morning workout and I have mine.
You were chugging tap water out of a running blender screaming "bubbles is Perrier mother fucker"
I puked so hard this morning that I peed my pants. I'm a gem.
I understand, but unless there is an intervention for me being planned, i DON NOT want to talk about my life choices
Idk I think he's weird but he's also from Wisconsin so that might have something to do with it.
It was a glorious ass. He has amazing hands. I want to fuck him until he can't do math anymore.
You kept calling yourself a spider monkey... Then ran to the bathroom to "prepare for the main event"
Hopefully he gets to dig deep into my body, before he digs deep into my past ..
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