Best text conversation ever. Other than the one we had about using blood for lube.
I have no idea what i drank..i remember dancing and ass grabbing..u falling. Headbutts. Trying not to puke. And deja vu.
The stoners next door have their couch on the sidewalk again, shirtless, soaking their feet in a baby pool and listening to loud ukulele music. I want their life.
My dora the explorer band aid does not cover up the shame i feel right now
is it bad that I didn't wash the cum out of my hair because it keeps my curls intact?
He fucked volume into my hair. It was amazing.
Hes still mad that I left the room mid-hookup to go get a pickle from the fridge.
pooping with feet up on an ottoman about level with the toilet is nice
You made out with two different species that night
When everyone ask you tomorrow go ahead and tell them I'm the girl that fell of safe ride and was all bloody.
It smells like grilled cheese and sexual frustration
Why is there a horse in the backyard?
I stayed at my gfs last night. This is all on you.
I think I deserve an award for the breakup text I sent him. Like a pulitzer prize or a donut or something.
Hey, um, after thinking about it, I decided I really don't want to use applying olive oil to your ass for your fissure as part of foreplay because... well... really? Just read that again.
I know I may be showing my age by saying this but this is the first time I have been eaten out in the parking lot behind the Clairmont Inn since 1990
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