It was so romantic--he turned me around to face the sunset during doggy-style over the couch back.
she insisted that i refer to her boobs by name.
I just woke up to pictures of every angle of his dick I'll ever need to see.
Now accepting hypotheses about how i managed to get a bruise between my boobs....
Don't count me out just yet. Considering bartering a blowjob to see if that boy from work will take my shift.
I'm not entirely sure what we did is legal in the U.S., but I know that couple wont be the same
the welcome home hickey he left on my boob is really gunna put a damper on the rest of my thanksgiving hook up plans with the rest of my ex's
As far as drugs go, alcohol has all the elegance and precision of hitting yourself in the head with a hammer.
I can always see lesbian subplot. It's my hero ability.
Well to me, someone is not really my friend until we go to a mcdonalds drunk at 4am. It's like a right of passage
He called my boobs fluffy. Part sexy part pilsbury dough boy. Part sexy pilsbury dough boy. I'm so confused. And flattered?
We played a 4 hour game of True American then we fucked on the floor for a couple hours Happy 20th to me
Sometimes intelligent conversation doesn't mix well with a romantic interest. It's possible the two are best kept separate. Toys should just stay in the toy box.
So i woke up this morning to find my boss passed out on my living room floor.. Awkward? Haha
It's like Guy Diamond blew glitter into my vagina.
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