D3 body, D1 cock
Update: Discussing lingerie with my father. He likes sheer black things. Not into the colorful stuff I wear.
So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
Oh my god, I hid a wine bottle in my boot.
I had my first sober conversation with his roommate. I remembered half way through that the first time we met I was getting fucked on his counter
if I was any more soft right now, my penis would be a liquid
I dreamt of sea otters and your boobs. My two favorite things.
Ok I've processed it. Who the fuck makes out drunk in a parking lot in a backseat with the windows down in the middle of the day?!?!
I just can't even fathom the crazy and I work at a mental hospital.
He's over here like "remember those pics you sent me a couple years ago? Those were hot." And I'm like "remember talking about what we were gonna name our kids a couple months ago? That was hot." Therein lies the disconnect
So vagazzling was a success
You know I base where I go on the likelihood of me getting laid there. This includes work.
That girl is like a master class on how to be an unlovable crazy person.
I just bought two cartons of ice cream, 5 boxes of mac and cheese and a bridal magazine. Don't judge me.
I mean the power was out what was I supposed to do
Randomize
