I used to have a blog that was basically all about ****** and all of his sexual misadventures
I mean it made tucker max look like a fucking alterboy
But unfortunatley his mom did a google search and found it
My life is a requiem composed in the key of fuck.
We found him. 8 blocks away from the bars and almost at his parent's house. On the verge of tears.
he walked out as i was licking snow off of his car...
I've ID'd the nipple biter.
I have yet found the courage to put pants on. No judgement thursday led to no shower friday and now no pants saturday. God i miss college.
Someone just bought me a one liter long island and call me maybe is on. I'm going to die
You're alright. You just passed out while we were having sex. Then I'm pretty sure you peed. So I went home.
he looks SO much like Drake, I feel like an extreme groupie every time we have sex.
hurry up this bar wont let me order big pitchers of beer for just myself
She must've been waiting down the street cause after I said I specialized in inner-thigh-face-massage it couldn't have been 2 minutes until she was on my couch.
The bartender had to walk me home last night. New high or new low?
I haven't had to masterbate since I started dating him over a year ago. I don't even know if I remember how and my vagina is calling.
Maybe you can just make seal noises during sex and we can call it good
you were just in my dream and you looked at me and said "Christmas is cold." I think you're wasted even in my dreams.
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