idk why but i just wanna to have sex with the idea of him. i don't even wanna meet him.
so Brent and I ordered you a drink then realized you don't live here. I drank it.
I don't want to talk about it. He was like the Little Engine that couldn't get me off.
A guy on the street just growled at me and said damnnnn. Sometimes it scares me how attractive i am.
there is a time and a place for ass-grabbing and that was not it.
I was the last girl at the bar last night. It was like a battle royale between 10 guys.
I made him leave at 3am, he texted me a couple minutes later and said the elevator was broken and he was sleeping in there, but he said I was worth it so I don't feel guilty
How bad is it if you swallow a really small piece of glass? Be optimistic if possible I'm anxious about it.
She tried to leave the threesome and I heard you yell "Hey! We don't quit at halftime!"
He leaned off the deck, puked a waterfall of beer, looked back at everyone and said "it was just a burp".
Se wrote an essay in class about proper and fashionable winter wear for dogs. Of course I regret fucking her.
Sexting across continents is really a perfect example of how far technology has come.
ANNA HAS DISCOVERED EROTIC FANFICTION OF SHARKNADO THIS IS NOT A DRILL
I woke up with $140 in twenties in my bra and have never been more puzzled.
How did you tell her we met?
I told her that we met at the sex shop down the street, I thought it would be the most reasonable explanation.
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