Woke up this morning at my parent's house. No idea how I got here... what happened last night? Was it bad?
We using my standards or yours?
He finally told me that he's married. I guess it doesn't really matter.
Last night I got a napkin with 4 names & numbers: Katie, Ellen, Kylie...and Brandon.
i realized i had a pad on before i went to this guys house so i stuck it in his neighbors shrub.
I'm watching the red sox through my neighbors window from my bathroom. We're winning btw.
whatever. as long as im no longer referred to as the girl who fucked the pledge on his big brother's couch.
He told me that "my little fuckpig" was a term of endearment in Britain. I think I'm in love.
So yeah you need to stop having near death experiences at McDonalds.
we drunkly made out in the middle of the street beside the homeless guy playing the flute. Not how I imagined our first kiss.
I feel like he's mythological. Like you just had lunch with the Loch Ness Monster of hotness
I was behind him snuggling, I told him I was the big spoon and he told me I was too little it was more like he was wearing a backpack.
you made me suck your tit in the car and kept saying "good boy. I love you so much. good boy."
Yeah, it was all very half-hearted. In the middle of sex we both just stopped and looked at each other and said, "can we just sleep instead?"
That is so sad.
He was super adorable, like I wanna pinch his cheeks while I fuck him...
decided to jump from one of the levels of the Westin chicago Nortghwest. it was worth the broken legs.
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