can someone explain to me why i woke up under a twister sheet
I have a ginormous moral hangover. Strip club blues.
also. he gave me a foot massage during 69ing when i got a cramp. he's a winner.
He's sweet and rough. A wonderful contradiction. He's the starburst of sex.
You texted me a picture of your face along with #help
I think i was just meant to be a stripper. A ballerina stripper cat
Last week in my political science paper I quoted the Mighty Ducks. This week, I compared the Constitution to a weird pickle law in Connecticut (by law, it's not a pickle unless it bounces). So, yeah, clearly I'm ready to be back to being a college student.
I found a playlist on my ipod with only one song on it: gold digger. confused, but not surprised.
I think you just miss his friendship.
I think it's his ability to give me multiple orgasms.
He kept telling me that he didn't serve two tours in Iraq for my bitch ass to drink banana rum.
No he reached for my hand at the beach. I pretended to be a seagull.
It figures that the only time one of my videos on Snapchat gets replayed is a video of my Hedonism Bot impression and NOT my nudes
I'm determining which apartments I'm mostly to move into based on how suitable the kitchens are for sex .
I smell like heartbreak.
Tequila and sloppy rebound sex?
How did you know?
..and by hang out i don't mean fucking then going back home i mean let's get something to eat & watch a movie and fuck sometime in between.
Randomize
