And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
I blacked out at the bar, and blcked in getting a handjob on a roller coaster. Sober me is jealous of drunk me.
No, I googled it. Apparently, male thongs are the next snuggy and a lot of guys love wearing them for the support.
It was awful. Mid hookup he started reading the titles of the books over my bed, which were about Russian imperial history. He then started asking me questions about the class I was reading the books for. I was like "WE HAVE TIME FOR THAT LATER, PLEASE CONTINUE."
we had break-up sex in a port-a-potty. how do you think it went?!
The fact that it was "anything but a cup" now explains the cowboy boots and fishbowl aftermath at the apartment.
I just found a piece of squished oatmeal cream pie in my armpit. So very sad.
Also this guy in my contact as hairy jerry sent me a pic of him shirtless and said I miss you and I have no idea who he is /when or if I met him but that's not normal?!
Woke up this morning with a darth vader helmet and a bath robe on with my toenails shitly painted
oh so have I but I'd still suck a dick or 20 in the name of freedom.
My butthole probably tastes like a Cinnabon right now
I was just thinking about all the dick I could catch while I am home. But then I realized I am too lazy to get out of my pjs and leave my cat.
I woke up to a huge bag of McDonalds breakfast, a cup of coffe and Advil. The note read "yeah its a one night thing, but I felt bad so here you go. Thanks"
He just set a new unobtainable standard in one night stand etiquette.
He stopped in the middle of us fucking so he could turn on lithuanian techno music. And the sad thing is that it was the best sex of my life.
she just kept straddling the railing to the stairs and shouting "come on Seabiscuit, lets win this for America."
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