I'm not saying he was bad at sex, but I'm pretty sure I anti-climaxed.
It's like my work doesn't even care about margarita mondays.
It snowed today. The whore-inducing weather is official over.
this kid woke up on our hotel floor and doesnt know how he got here
on my way back.. me and that kid will be great friends
Hindsight is 20/20. Or a bladder infection.
Things were easy when he was just a penis. Now he's a penis with feelings.
We are sitting here staring into each others eyes, mutually rubbing forks up and down our respective noses. High as balls doesn't even begin to cover it.
I threw up outside of a cab while waiting in a drive thru Mexican line while others who i don't know watched from their cars while they ate. Dinner and a show.
I hope you get some kind or rare disease that makes your dick ties itself in a knot for fucking her you lucky bastard.
Enough talk of my burning loins. How is your day?
He is a beautiful butterfly covered in tattoos and naked.
My boss and I ended up at the same strip club. We both got lap dances while talking about work.
So I took my bra off and threw it in the bushes before we went to the bars..
Do NOT. I repeat. DO NOT call me little one after we have fucked. In no world is that ok. Even jesus agrees.
I'm hearing voices and sirens. I'm scared. I heard a manatee out there.
Randomize
