it's business casual sex. like no kissing, shake hands after, occasional frequency
you know the rule: 3 consecutive asian hookups makes you an asian fetish guy, no exceptions
we should become lesbians. not together. just in general.
I buy you gas. You blow me. Economics.
He skyped me to learn how to roll a joint and for us to masturbate together. And you said a long distance relationship wouldn't work.
Thoughts of banging the girl who just opened my beer with her teeth?
The best part of that night wasn't even the sex, it was listening to her explain to her boyfriend why she was naked in her room while I hid in her closet.
Who knows? Maybe we can sing afternoon delight into each other's genitals.
To be clear, the next time I wake up with your dick inside me, I will reach down and grab one and squeeze until it pops like a grape. You've been warned.
Some old bald man is a 100,000 dollar Audi sports car just revved his engine at me and held out his phone at me trying to get my number. I hate the valley.
Take your time. I'm mowing the lawn. In the dark. Drunk.
There's a dryer on fire at the laundromat, and everyone's just standing around taking pictures. Except me. I'm texting.
Don't come back. They don't have pants.
Oh god.
God has nothing to do with this.
I just need to find someone whose kink is financial submission.
This guy knew what he was doing. Most guys can't find the spot even if it shot off a flare and played a kazoo.
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