So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
I thidmdmk you'gre a special person
Good luck! Who knows he might be a stallion in the bedroom! or it could be like having sex with a crayon.
yea man just watch out- theres a shitload of broken glass in your bed
All I remember is him trying to go down on me, but I guess I was too busy making out with his brother
I think after that blow job he got the other day he'd set himself on fire if I asked.
I woke up with a half eaten bag of lettuce in my hand, wearing my Halloween costume from last year. Damn you tequila.
When we were fucking he said and I quote "we're like a sex fajita"
Nothing like an alcohol-fueled, 6-hour-long hunt for weed--complete with occasional breaks for sex.
I had a dream about that dude. It was the first time I had a dream about him since the tryst.
The tryst?
The hookup. I like using sophisticated words for my foolish decisions. Makes me retain some dignity.
You can not love someone based on who they were when they were 9. Does he know how many dicks I've sucked since then?
I'm hoping the sedatives kick in before I drunkenly decide to eat this whole cheesecake.
are you fucking roseanne barr in there?
i had a flashback to you roaring like a dying tiger and then throwing your wallet (maybe?) at the cat in the living room and saying "you're the only adult that lives here take all my money"
thank you for being so understanding of my weak stomach and poor self-control
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