yeah worst sex in my life. plus i think her little brother was in the room.
i'm pretty sure you said "blowjob marathon" lastnight
i totally said that
You know you love balls. Don't act all "I-Don't-Love-Balls-ish"
I wish i could convert my hornyness to productiveness. I would have written a fucking book by now.
We smoked a joint and talked about his parent's divorce. It was like being fifteen all over again.
I never kept track of who else he slept with. You think I have the time or the energy to keep track of every dick in my life?
And there I was, sitting Indian style on the kitchen floor, my fingers covered in peanut butter.
Well, at least he doesn't refer to you as his associate. his mattress associate
If you make 120 dollars and I walk instd of drive and don't eat or smoke this week we can pay rent
He recreated the night that started all my mothers days. We shared a joint, drank Boones Farm, and dry humped to the Beastie Boys. Then I cried over MCA's death. Best. Gift. Ever.
He wins the giant teddy bear for getting the neuva ring on the dick
Stripping out of my teacher clothes to Talk Dirty to Me. Who let me become a teacher?
It's not a hangover, it's "slept on a couch with another person and said person moves a lot and is loud"
I just want to see you and express my feelings in a drunken manner, but in a sweet way like my english accent.
I was asked to be part of a mmf threesome. I think I'd rather stay home, watching Orange is the New Black and cuddle with my cat though
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