I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
Why did I call the Oregon Department of Transportation at 4:30 in the morning, and who did I talk to for three minutes?
you dont want to live with me, im always naked, a chronic masturbator, a bit of a voyeur and will likely touch you while you sleep. ps- i can pick locks
what do you mean I googled how to give an awesome blow job?
there's no toilet paper. I'm using wheat bread.
This guy either needs to stop touching me or buy me another drink.
Where the hell is he. I called him crying for weed and sex you would think that would signal some urgency.
Just walked into a random hotel for the free breakfast. How was your night?
It seems that only way I've actually improved myself after 2 years of writing for the school newspaper is that I've mastered the art of descriptive words to improve my sexting skills
How the fuck you gonna play love don't cost a thing in a strip club?
They kept barging in on us saying random shit. At one point they came in yelling room service! and threw soda at us bruising my foot. Weirdest injury I have gotten during sex.
can't believe I traded a good night's sleep and a midterm for your blurry tits
he came during what was supposed to be the foreplay blowjob. there goes my evening.
I'm very aware of my heart moving the blood in my body.
LOL he's a hopeless romantic now? 🤔 I'd say giving him a bj in a freakin softball dugout isn't the most romantic thing but it still happened
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