it was the worst sex ever in the history of sex. i mean ever. and he thought he was great. actually told me he was the best id ever had...what was i supposed to say? lol...i've had better times by myself. seriously.
went in for an STD check and they referred me to an alcohol and drug councilor. kick me when i'm down.
there was a trapeze. enough said
please keep texting me so i can pretend someone likes me
I don't drink during the week.... well, except for Bailey's Tuesdays, which I have to start implementing further.
its all coming back to me in waves....waves of humiliation and nausea.
Having never done that before, When should one expect the horrible shame to end? Days, months, ever?
A week or so, depending on size. In your case, maybe give it a month.
whose ass print is on the piano?
You were dancing with his friend and you stopped to literally push the girl he was dancing with out of the way to make out with him
Every little girl dreams of the day when she picks up her fuck buddy because he's drunk at the gay bar again.
She swallowed the key to the cuffs, I've been having to explain the pink fuzz all morning.
Hey, YOU try working out drunk every night! Besides, I think at least one of those bruises is a hickey.
I shouldn't have that kind of responsibility when the prospect of being high is readily available. All I could do was hula hoop and smoke cigarettes last night. My remembrance of anything important was out the window.
I'm literally in the bathroom for two minutes and I walk out to a random dude with his face in your tits
Am I required to send a Christmas card to my fuck buddy?
Randomize
