the plan is to continue having sex with all three of them until my birthday, and then once they've given me their presents, they can find out about each other.
alcohol. turning childhood friends into awkward hookups since the dawn of civilization.
but then i turned into a human whiteboard because i thought it was a good idea to bring out markers
I bought this skirt with every intention to have it wrapped around my tits by the end of the night. So, I'm not a whore. I'm a self-fulfilling prophecy.
I kept reassuring him that I was easy like Sunday morning, not easy like "I've had 6 shots of tequila and haven't had sex in three months"
It's nights like those I refer to my life motto: You can't be just friends with someone after you've seen their genitals.
No no don't get confused. We do chemistry homework on Thursdays. We screw on Fridays. Other than that, Words With Friends is our only communication five days a week. We are NOT dating.
Fair enough. Everyone has some guilty pleasures. Yours is yourself
I feel like I grabbed someones dick last night, & if I didn't I'll be disappointed in myself
I'll have you know my trust issues and my daddy issues are two COMPLETELY different topics of conversation.
Why can't you just come over, fuck me, then leave so i can get stoned and watch law and order?
I'm naked in a forest ranger station right now
That's why i need nudes. Plutonic nudes.
Putting plan B on my parents credit card wasn't the smartest idea
its not even a love triangle. its a love square and it has come back to haunt me
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