I don't remember her name, but I do remember yelling at her from the balcony of the hotel room during her walk of shame.
While drunk it seemed like a good idea to barricade my roommate in his room with everything that we could move in our apartment, waking up to him screaming from it collapsing on top of him was just an added bonus.
I've had cake for breakfast the past 3 days. You tell me how bikini season is going.
And the cops told us we were all naked.
I keep waking up with the nagging feeling I gave him half a hand job through his shorts.
I was ready to fuck him until he pulled the "I might be bi curious" card. Now its turned into a guilt fuck. It's like he's a 3rd world child in need of a sexual orientation.
I get off at the next exit which doesn't have a shoulder, a guy is riding my ass so I cant stop. I think I got as much puke on his car as on mine.
Dude he fell into my wall and left an imprint then decided to have sex with the door open. Vents carry noise pretty well
My hair is crimped, I am walking with a roadie, and my vibrator is in my purse. I feel sorry for tomorrow.
WHY WERE YOU COOKING NAKED?
WHY WERE YOU SLEEPING ON MY COUCH?
He sent me a snap of him eating a tamale shirtless. I think I might be in love.
LOCK HIM DOWN.
On the other hand, this could be a new level of shame for me.
I just remembered something. We made out last night, people cheered.
Heels with jeans turned Casual Friday into Casual Sex With My Boss Friday
At this point, I would not mind getting hit by a truck. It would mean I could get this over with quicker.
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