It's like the Sean Connery of vaginas. You don't mess with it.
His dick was poking my bladder. That big...
I woke up next to her will a oven mit taped to my cock. Dear god, I might have tried to use it as a condom.
It's like the last supper of drinking before the summer ends
About six hours after the bottle of smirnoff, I was googling "losing your stomach lining" and calling my mom for help. She has experience.
exactly. I want him to have to live with the fact that he fucked me. I want him to look me in the eye and say "you were a drunken mistake".
Yelling back at the people on Jerry springer through the TV, and eventually punching it. Failure of a night.
How is it that I've hooked up with not one but two guys in the children's section of a bookstore tonight?
What is soo wrong about a house of half-naked people hugging each other and laughing?
The pinata full of drugs?
I feel like we have both made good decisions regarding our vaginas lately
Come over. And we'll put iced coffee in the bong.
And he's a cuddle champ. I know because I slept over because I don't know what boundaries are.
Just heard him in the middle stall. Sounded like someone emptied a toolbox into the toilet.
You know you gave a quality blow job when you have to ice your neck and jaw the next day.
Just did the "lost my phone, need #'s" post and I got a text saying "go ahead and save me as Ashley-DD because I know you will anyway. I think I love her.
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