"you've got the devil in yuh. the curse of Jesus is coming on your sex soon." That's what a homeless guy just told me.
we couldnt find her phone in the morning so i called it and found it under the bed. my name came up as 'regret'
I don't know what kind of drugs you were on last night but you kept trying to highlight my face because you said I was important
woke up next to her writing my name in some journal. apparently she makes every guy she hooks up with sign out.
I've started bribing my dorm's security guard with cookies so that he doesn't tell all the boys i'm hooking up with about each other.
Just faked two orgasms bc I had too much wine and remembered mid sex that I bought doritos yesterday.
I think the world is coming to an end. Earthquakes, huricanes, floods, and now you say you LOVE him. Im building a shelter and going into hiding.
His roommates came in and started a dance party in his room while we were having sex. He said it wasnt the first time.
I no longer exist. I have transformed into a puddle of sex.
He must've been a bear in a previous life. My nipple is bleeding. Shit's sensitive.
It looks like I jerked off a rainbow.
Some people are good at football, some people are good at painting, and he's good at being a fuckboy. Everyone has their talents.
These guys are just fucking with my heart instead of fucking me. They're fucking up.
I'm good. But Nutella doesn't taste as good as it used to.
I don't want a big night. But I am okay if we wake up in a penthouse at Crown Casino.
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