so basically i'm the" little sister", he's the "big brother" and we just fucked
he wanted to have me eat skittles off of his body. he mad gay sex even gayer.
lady crackhead wearing pjs and a santa hat brushed the snow off my car at 7am saying "free of charge" the whole time
how should i go about explaining the hickey i drunkenly gave myself last night?
She compared sex to doing dishes."You scrub them until they're wet."
long story short: there's a file in the master file cabinet labeled "lube".
He crawled in my bed this morning, ate me out, and even brought me a panera deli sammie for lunch at school. I don't care what he lied about, all is forgiven him.
Why do i even want him? It's like his dick is a trophy and I need to put it on my wall of shame.
I can't wait for the 4th. I'll probably get drunk and end up puking all over whichever 18 year old I end up making out with.
I'm getting to the point of going up to a guy and saying "Hi I'm maggie and i can put my foot behind my head"... That desperate.
I wouldn't have puked last night if I didn't inhale straight pepper from you shattering the pepper shaker on the wall.
FONT CPME TO THE TRUK. I REPATE SONT COME TO THE TRUCK WERE GETTON FRAEKY
I spy something regrettable...
Oh my god. Stop!! It was one time and I still can't believe it.
I'm gonna take a crap in the portashitter like a civilized human being.
I asked him to tell me a bedtime story, then threw up on him.
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