There is a guy standing at my bar right now wearing an affliction SUIT. I can't wait on him.
She's more than welcome to come too, so long as she has gotten over that me being responsible for the death of her cat thing.
she asked me which thongs i though her boyfriend would like best. fuck the friend zone
It finally happened. My conscience stopped working. I've never felt so free
I'm using her two yr old as a arm rest while I attempt to feel her up. Somehow she is allowing it. How this transitions to sex should be interesting.
Gave him an awesome blow job on his living room couch last night, so at least he'll have something nice to think about next time he's watching the Tigers lose.
My liver and I thought we knew what we signed up for. We were wrong.
Wait, whatever happened to locking our vaginas in closets?
fries before guys. food before dudes. shakes before dates. chips before dicks. lemon bars before football stars. macaroni before screwin' tony. what i'm saying is please come to ladies' night
I'm not sure. But he has a pet sugar glider. So, points either way
As long as that's not his name for his dick.
We could have mediocre awkward sex or mediocre stunted/awkward/uncomfortable banter. The possilities are relatively finite
I've slapped too many boys and done too many naked laps for it only to be 10:30pm
Would you like to get a drink then hook up or reverse order I don't really care. Hopefully you can keep this between us.
Once again I let my vagina make the decisions...that and vodka :(
After he finished, he fell on the floor and whispered "finally satisfied"
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