I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
we've progressed from teabagging to lighting eachothers asses on fire. this cannot be a good path.
If my thighs hurt from cage dancing last night, I can only imagine how yours feel
I have three paper towels stuck up my vagina. This is not a time to be calm.
The kind of drunk where you put two tampons in thinking that it'll last me longer ...
I just sent him 3 long ass texts about how to tell a girl how he feels. I should get a fucking friend zone medal.
I will make you one.
Good. It needs "forever alone" engraved on it
I cunt my lip shaving. That's not a typo, it's a placement clue
Come on there are only so many drink coaster sizes nipples in the world
That is was cool to fuck the single mother accross the street until every girl i bring home gets the car keyed.
A drawer in my room has nothing but a large feather quill, a wine glass, and a 15" Bowie knife. If you could put my life in a drawer I think that would be it.
Got it in all night, now at a bar at 730 am and we are the only two people here. Somewhere my mid twenties father is applauding me.
Why do I feel like I need to drink to feel better about the things I do when I'm drunk
You are free to stop by. I promise to keep my penis in my leather pants
I am harder than a fucking diamond and Michael Bolton is playing. Your move.
burned my penis with a sauteed onion again.
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