My mom gets in bar fights. She doesn't go to bed early.
if he only knew that in between each sext i was puking.
Can't show you right now as we are in public and he refuses to let me photograph his penis in a bar.
I always know the weekend is over when the real license comes out and the fake goes back into the hiding spot.
He held me the entire night. Not endearing kind of way. Like kidnapping or held hostage kind of way.
Also I hooked up with a trainer at my gym. Between her, the married chick, and the bartender, my life is becoming a bad porn plot.
I made a tournament bracket for the girls that Im talking with.
We spent a good 10 minutes in the morning looking for my clothes. I ended up taking the bus home in my 6inch heels and his baggy t-shirt. The bus was filled with kids... one of them whistled at me.
You get home okay?
I'm pantless and in bed
That doesn't mean you're at home.
Also I've come to learn that "type" and "fetish" are different things. Apologies for earlier confusion.
Her text was so long it had an arrow to expand it. You know it's bad when even your iPhone can't handle her
We drove through Taco-Bell on our way to the ER
I got in an argument over whether or not I'm a slut. I argued yes.
Sexting and pancakes... It's going to be hard to top that
He started planning our future mid-hookup. You tell me how my night was.
Randomize