Partly cloudy chance of praying to the porcelin gods
I was up until 12:30 making that damned grammar test for my freshmen then I caught myself running through the verb tenses when I was giving him head.
"I have sucked, I will suck, I will have suck, I am sucking..." I've never felt more like a nerdier slut than last night.
It snowed today. The whore-inducing weather is official over.
and i do it all in one night. I'm like santa but a whore.
My lab manual has instructions for making home wine. Room project?
Wedding cake is always the best dance partner. In the corner. With a jack and coke. And while I'm crying. Listening to "Almost Paradise".
Yours weakened by children. Mine weakened by a forearm sized cock for 8 years.
I told him if he cums in my mouth he has to buy me a cake that says "sorry I came in your mouth"
When the hubs wants to wear his training mask during sex and pretend to be Bane you just go with it.
I'm not sure why, but my salad smells like a Big Mac. Or maybe that's just the smell of yesterday's, seeping through my skin.
After sex he brought chocolates and said he loves RuPaul's Drag Race. How many points does he score for that?
Thank fucking Christ I was not wearing pants or eating chocolate cake last night.
I just made my mom buy me lube. I've reached a new level of broke.
You know you're an adult when you start planning your hookup a week in advance
He asked me to fly out to Seattle to participate in a week of marathon sex so I'm at the airport now. I'll call you when I get back.
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