Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
My mom made me chili for when I get home from the bar. Those are the standards I expect you to live up to
oh man. maybe i should puke on his dick? just to test how much he loves me?
you came downstairs saying you were now 'dressed to impress'
what was i wearing?
nothing
Just violated the laws of fuck-buddyship and talked to him about my personal life. I don't like it.
At least drunk me was smart enough to stash toilet paper in my bag before I started my walk home. Finally countless squat pees and wiping with grass taught me to be prepared.
He asked the clerk if they sell a penis-shaped brander.
its official. the only way for my hair to look good is to blow somebody
i love him because he let me keep my UGGS on while we had sex
I've got to admit, I'm a little hesitant about giving him road head. I've seen how he drives and I've seen how he acts when I give him head. A small part of me is saying this is going to end badly.
With the drought our water bill is skyrocketing. No more shower sex, masturbating, or pretending to be under a water fall after smoking a blunt.
He rubbed aloe on my sunburn while I blew him... could he be anymore perfect?
seriously considering getting an electric blanket rather than sleeping with guys this winter for warmth.
Ya can’t just go throwing accusations around about someone pooping their pants without some hard evidence
I’m home. Please don’t call me unless you have an arterial bleed or you’re on fire. Love you 😘
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