i got your date sluuuuuuut pick up my calls or else hes mine
covered in glitter, my cheek hurts, and theres a handprint on my face. Would i do it again. Absolutly
I wish i could convert my hornyness to productiveness. I would have written a fucking book by now.
the mandatory saturday morning class for those written up by RA's turned into a gold mine...just met EVERY hot chick that parties.
The worse part is i sent a text at like three that said i was getting head... Now i have no idea who's mouth has been on my dick
Just remembered I hit myself in the face with a bottle then did the nose test and decided I was still good. Don't think anyone noticed.
Nothing like an old fashioned, wine fueled, anxiety-cry in the shower to start off finals week.
It's 6 a.m. ... what the hell.
I let him do a line off my nipple in exchange for his prescription pain pills. I feel like 3/4 Vegas stripper, 1/4 underbelly of society.
My life is over. I farted in open court. Noticeably. The judge looked at me. It echoed.
I'm texting an actual stripper. A male stripper. I dont wanna talk about it yet
This is worse than naked and afraid. This is drunk and confused.
He wants me to fart in his mouth and is offering me SOOOO much coke. I'm stuck between a rock and a hard place. GIVE ME ADVICE.
I refuse to fake an orgasm. If I'm dating him, he better work for that shit.
my face feels like mints and my body feels like tingles
That is our entire relationship. We match bowls and give each other head. What more could you possibly want?
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