so we told my parents we were going trick or treating. got high as shit at some playground. and then bought our own candy so we looked legit when we got home.
he opened up his "box of magic": a crusty tube of KY jelly, three expired condoms, a fingertip vibrater, and a jar of marshmallow fluff.
he just started chanting dark meat! dark meat! out of no where.
He asked if I wanted to leave my bra on while we were doing it from behind bc he read somewhere that all that pounding can be painful for big breasts. THAT thoughtful.
was it good sex?
i mean it was good for how drunk we were. and for how big the closet was
Well I'm 85-90% sure that he licked syrup off my body, but no guarantees...
can you just act like it's not so easy to get a blowjob from me??
Like, he's a nice guy. But he's better at fingering than he is at speaking.
I want to be the sort of person he can respect in the morning once the drugs wear off.
i think the last part kind of negates the first part there
Watermelon juice. Makes everything better. Gin. Wine. EVERYTHING.
I vaguely remember hanging my bra off the ceiling fan and chugging a beer during sex
College has turned you into quite the multi tasker huh?
It's meant to be, Cynthia. You, him, and your developed breasts are meant for each other.
These muscle relaxers obviously don't work because I'm harder than a fucking diamond.
So TMI but just realizing I have not masturbated since trump took office. He's sucked the sex drive out of me.
I could be doing way worse things besides texting him 'come over and bang my headache away'. i could be on meth
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