My brain says no but my pants say off.
if by 'bottleservice' you mean 'bringing beers in my purse' then yes, we are.
oh yeah I know that guy. he's legit. slept in my closet a few times
I think I've lost the thrill of being a slut. It's just that the newness has worn off, I think.
Was this before or after he told that homeless man outside the bar about his past sexual experiences?
Apparently I was the fucked up drunk guy greeting people at the hotel in the lobby last night.
He's cheating on her.
Are you sure it wasn't her?
I have my glasses on, and as long as she didn't change her face in the past two months; its her.
Today's forecast is horny with strong chance of booty calls. Low of Craigslist cruising, and a high of climaxing in a stranger's bed.
If he comes over tomorrow, im answering the door naked. Simple as that.
It's official. This guy and I are going gay for each other. We're tasting the fucking rainbow.
He took a girl home tonight that he was trying to sell a fridge to. She wanted a fridge and got his dick. He's got a talent.
I just came so hard my vision went blurry. I can only hope one day I'll find a man that can accomplish what my left hand does on a tri-daily basis.
I think the pizza delivery guy is getting a handjob next door.
So, I found your eyebrow, someone glued it in between my eyebrows so I looked like I had a unibrow when I went to work...
I was so drunk I got motion sickness from sex.
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