I'm sad I can't be there is wknd, I'm laying on the beach and daydreaming of you / crying a bit
I'm watching a porn and daydreaming of you. Sounds like we both need Kleenex
I wonder what it would be like to masturbate in space
he changed my name in his contacts to "rick", so his mom wouldn't know he was texting me
By getting ready I mean putting baby powder in my hair and possibly changing my pajamas to another pair of pajamas
When they saw it was the 7th inning of the baseball game one took off running for the beer stand while his friend is yelling "BUY THE KEG"!
I have minimal recognition and a lot of burns on my tongue and my vagina hurts.
You realize at the bar last night we blew on imaginary whistles like rose from titanic right?
He kept surfacing with a delighted look on his face, guessing different types of food to try to figure out what makes my pussy taste so good.
But Monday we'll be living in a post-apocalyptic hellscape. Also, I'm going to a champagne tasting.
I'm having Vietnam flashbacks. This Kid I hooked up with is speaking in class and I keep experiencing the terror.
He wanted to drink hypnotic from my butt crack. I need to move out this state.
Its funny that for once I get home and I'm just as high as my parents are.
Is it sad the checkout lady had to inform my mom she can't buy alcohol before 8am?
I literally forgot every French word I knew and blurted out “mange moi” so he went down on me like I was some baguette fresh outta the oven!!!! I passed out.
If he ever pulls my hair again, I'm going to conveniently have lock jaw. Then he can decide whether pain during sex is still fucking appealing.
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