he told me he expects me to keep the fangs on when i go down on him. presumptuous, yes, but man after my own heart.
He came into the hospital yelling "HEY EVERYBODY! REMEMBER ME?"
He sent me $300 worth of sex toys. My clitoris went into hiding after two days.
Chasing shots by shotgunning beers is not a good idea.
But life isn't just all about getting drunk & eating chicken strips.
i sound like a 75 year old homeless man that has spent all his panhandling money on cigarettes since he was 12. that rough.
You misunderstood me....i wasnt asking and it is not negotiable
You're making this sound more like a hostage situation than a booty call.
If by "in control" you mean him showing-up to work wasted, calling a customer a "fuckstick," and getting fired on the spot? Then yes, he is.
Well call me tomorrow, it's a great story that may lead to me being fired and/or possibly being buried in a shallow grave somewhere out in wine country.
I'm pretty sure my lung is caught on my rib. And I can't feel the left side of my face. Best. Sex. Ever.
It feels like my uterus is trying to crawl out of my ass wearing cleats. And yourself?
So Monday we're lesbians.
Deal. This decision is final and any rebates on this will result in losing an eyeball.
Next time a party gets busted lets get a group photo first.
Maybe because you rubbed my clit while we were making churros
He tried to kiss me in the middle of hooking up... it was a deal breaker. I got off him and left.
So making out with chicks at the bar is fine and dandy, but your booty call can't kiss you? You have the strangest fucking rules...
Randomize
