and I didnt even know his name until this morning when we were laying in bed and he referred to himself in the 3rd person.
Yes, you did come over last night. You also tried to give my dog a blowjob. You got rejected.
i've got to stop sleeping with short guys. they always turn into stage 5 clingers
All his texts have the signature of a date with a smile. I asked him what it means. IT'S THE DAY HE QUIT DOING DRUGS
you kept saying "no santa, im not having sex with you. it's not your holiday".
You slammed your face into the toilet and declared you were moving your bed into the bathroom in the morning. Also, you insisted on crawling everywhere because feet are "overrated."
I just want to be naked all the time but not in a sexual, come-hither and look at my ass sort of way. In a slightly chubby yet not ashamed way as I eat Taco Bell and lay on soft fuzzy blankets.
You can achieve whatever you wish in your imagination with some help from drugs
You merely adopted the alcohol. I was born into it. Molded by it. I didn't see the hang over until I was a man and by then it was only blinding.
Idk dude I just feel kinda weird masturbating in my Obama Biden 2008 shirt...
I'm at a loss. By loss I mean singing songs from Wicked and pretending I'm at the Oscars
We trekked into the state forest, laid the comforter down and he proceeded to tell me that we could stay here and stargaze, turned me around and fucked me like the lion king.
If I were better looking, this would be the point where I'd resign myself to stripping.
i have pictures frm only 4 hours ago that will fucking ruin you so i suggest yuo come get me.
Where are you?
dunno. ask mike. bring pain killers. and underwear. and my dignity.
I'm bringing pajamas, aspirin, morning after clothes and morning after pill
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