before i could say "i'm not that kind of girl", i was.
im sitting in my room wearing my power rangers shirt watching a movie about a magical dragon. Ive totally forgotten what having a sex life is like.
So last week was the 4th time a girl cried after sex. I'm seriously doing something wrong
He was eating mac and cheese. Raw. Like as in he was eating the uncooked noodles then pouring the dry cheese in his mouth.
I don't know, I kept pretending that I was riding an elephant during. It was actually really fun, but you can't tell him that!
like are we talking 'quick beer' bad or 'break out the real vodka' bad
I'm so annoyed. We're about to buy groceries for the week and at this point I'm hoping to sustain myself on pure alcohol.
You've created a tinder dominating monster.
Its official... I need to stop being so slutty.. the guy I had sex with on friday delivered my jimmy johns tonight.
Sent him a nude and I forgot to crop out the Jesus picture in the background. The Catholic guilt is too real.
You need to finger her with the Spock hand sign since she loves Star Trek.
The orgasm I got from him made me feel almost as good as I imagine the girls in the tampon commercials feel.
My inner 10 year old alcoholic is intrigued.
no, it was more of an i-don't-think-he-even-knows-what-a-clitoris-is, bad.
She said to call her, so I called her. Her boyfriend answered and traced the fucking call. I could litterally hear him yell because it turns out he lives in 4d
Don't you live in 4c?
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