so I'm never txting u again after today...
y?
cuz i don't wanna see it on blogspot :)
ha...too late
I smell stomach acid.
So I finally got the Patron washed off my boobs.
We've finally come to the understanding that as long as our conversation stays stricaly sexual, we get along.
She came over with Guinness cupcakes, a case of Mickeys, wearing an Ireland flag & nothing else.
She is banging on the liquor store door begging them to let her come in.
started my period, we have to try again next week
if we have anymore sex before that my dick is gonna fall off. that is in no way a complaint
Tell me about it I woke up on your couch with only my underwear on and a 26 year old wrapped around me. I thought my thirties would be different.
Fine line between drunken accidental sleepover with your best friend's lab partner and gay sexathon. I did a cartwheel over that line. A CARTWHEEL THAT LANDED IN HIS LAP
I just want to sit my fat ass down at McDonald's and never leave
just passed my midterm while getting a blow job. i love going to school online
I just found a reminder in my phone to ask you about your sex life in 7 years. So how is that going?
Turns out he's just a recently divorced IT guy. Not a wizard.
We peed on a building I think...like a building in downtown...not out of view of anyone.
We sat at the bar and made fun of everyone around us. I'm in love
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