He smothers me through text. I can't even image what he'd be like in person.
Life's too short to consider the larger psychological underpinnings of my lust.
bad news.. campus security walked me home last night and when i tried to tell them where i lived they assured me they knew where our house was.
So coach him. No guy wants to admit being unsure of something in bed. It's a man-law or something.
So I have a scar from when the stripper tore off my underwear .... Best birthday ever
cant tell, his cock is acting like one of those inflatable arm waving things outside the market
Other than my penis smelling like an ashtray, it went really well.
When you pick me up at the airport, please have some sort of drugs on hand.
Take your time. I'm mowing the lawn. In the dark. Drunk.
You are lucky that I'm drunk. Otherwise I would bone you into another universe
You got this. You survived the RA last semester (granted you almost got arrested but still.)
I've needed to start drinking protein shakes to keep up with her. It's like my dick just started doing crossfit.
Sleeping with him wouldn't be considered hoeing out... It seems more like babysitting.
Does he know you were at a strip club taking shots of tequila right before you babysat his son?
I'm wearing jeans from 7th grade and drinking a fucking macchiato. This better be a good day.
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