He asked me to sit on his face, but i didnt, for 2 reasons, one, i had just pooped like 20 mins before sex, and two, this could be my future husband. so i skipped on sitting.
And when I look at him, I just want him to say "I love you" in between deep thrusts and hard grunts.
that was the first time i tried it. why is it all sticky? its like somebody threw a glue bottle at my face.
facebook friend requested him the morning after while he was still asleep in my bed, a whole new level of creeper even for me
What I wanna know is who took a picture eiffel towering her?
Would you feed me pudding while my fake tan dries?
Overall win. We all know who got to sleep on the concrete outside of Denny's with you.
I've known you for the past two years. You never kid about biology or alcohol.
So did you grab that log full of poison ivy for the fire and then apparently take a piss on Saturday night too or was that just me?
will we ever learn or are we destined for a life of poison ivy covered balls?
So feel off my bed lastnight into the trashcan. On the plus side i thought under my bed was a cave and i went exsploring
We may not see eye-to-eye on much, but I'm definitely willing to let you see eye-to-vagina again.
Dougie got over his pride nerves. Found him dancing on a float wearing nothing but rainbow boxers.
Fair warning: I will be throwing corn dogs at you every time I see you this week.
i like beer, sex, and cooking. what more can he want?
When we got into his bed, his damn parrot started making sex noises in the other room
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