he kept asking me "do you love it? tell me you love it" as I was riding him.
and...?
I told him it was alright.
Found a bar with a washer and dryer and they serve food. I never have to leave
bailing my boss out of jail is a great way to spend memorial day
And PS thanks for calling it my "sexual liberation" and not "slut fest 2010: part deux!"
You're fine
I'm hiding in my chest because my walls smell weird. I'm not fine.
I'm venturing to your corner of this sin house in t minus 2 minutes.
Plan: drunk dancing. Reality: drunk almost getting in fights with people that could beat me into the ground.
I just conducted a skype meeting drunk and in the middle of a cornfield. I don't even think they noticed.
I love you too! Remember NO alcohol or weed at my residence because of legal ramifications.
Blood work from physical was all good, apparently heavy alcohol use agrees with me
Grab some lube and condoms and you get a free shirt? College is weird
he brings me coffee and gets a blow job. not sure if I trained him or he trained me or it's simply mutually beneficial beautiful.
Since when is my clitoris pierced?
I just saw a woman give her infant whiskey tits. About ten minutes ago she was doing shots, and now she's breast feeding. Whiskey. Tits.
in mid sex he pointed out my great gatsby tattoo and we started discussing themes and metaphors from our fave fitzgerald novels
you need to stop fucking English majors
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