she was talking to me but i could help but stare at the extremely long hairs on her boobs. then she says, "your looking at the hair on my boobs aren't you"
Beverly Hills, 90210. Cleveland Browns, 0.
season finale of lost and an oz of weed. tonight my mind is going to be blown.
Not cool at all. Last night I organized my condoms by expiration date. I need to get laid.
I told him I'd have sex with him for fried cheese. Does that make me a hooker or just fat?
Had dinner with my ex husband. The box of wine is gone and I'm laying on the floor in my wedding dress. Where are you?!
Blood. All over. Pre coke adventure needs to slow down unless I'm involved
I can't believe I've come to a point in my life where sex for a birthday present is acceptable
My stalker sent me an erotic poem. Who knew anyone could find a way to rhyme birth and girth so eloquently?
Nah. And this is true. It's like you were trained by sexual Jedi or something.
*jedi wave* this is the penis you were looking for
I. recorded a message of me yelling at myself to "get up out of that bed" and set it an alarm. REALLY loud
My life has come to reading articles about dating an ex heroin addict. I'm doing well.
Every FB picture she has looks like it's from the POV of the guy she's blowing
So Saturday night after 10 drinks I guess he tried to have sex with me and in the middle of it I asked "can you tell I'm faking it!?" and then I sat up and threw up in my hand. That's a sex Win in my books
Everything is a learning experience. Last night we learned why I'm not allowed to bring guys home from the bar....
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