I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
theres no point in washing my sheets anymore. its always going to be a fine layer of booze and semen.
I kind of feel like guidos are mythical creatures.
she has tattoo'd to her hips "grip here" this is why they made spring break
He must be back home now. He moved his box of beer from her porch to ours.
So not only did you shoot down my invitation and prob walked past my house but now ur excluding me from a wet t shirt contest which btw i totally would have won
i woke up this morning and saw her in my bed and i said to myself, I think I might have a drinking problem.
i just found a red feather stuck to my penis and i really wanted to send you a picture but too much
I'm gone to the point of literally hugging trees, partially for support, but also because I like them.
You ever feel like just rubbing your face in everything like a dog?
The only good thing about the sex was that he finally cracked the spot on my back that's been hurting.
Thirty seconds is a long time in jizz time...
Holding your hair back while you puked wasn't a choice. I was handcuffed to you.
Do you wanna fuck while my apple pie is in the oven?
How I know I've been single too long: I'm reveling in finding out my taken friends are being tragically dumped
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