Remember, sex is not sex til both people cross the finish line. Until then, it is just a favor.
I mean, he's dancing back and forth between pathetically sad and massively fucking creepy.
Dude.. I don’t care how hairy she is, you already left me at the bar, and now I have to find another fucking way home... NOW BE A MAN ABOUT IT!
Besides, I'm not in my 30's. I'm still allowed to drink wine from a bag.
I'm at the point in my life where I'm trying to get guys I've fucked to give a ride to guys I'm going to fuck.
She kept telling me to calm down. I was on the floor with my eyes shut, not moving. In levels of calm I was one step above coma patient
i wonder if cab drivers are trained in the art of delivering girls back to their dorms on Saturday mornings. because mine was so nice that he dropped me off at the back of my building so no one would see me.
I just realized that in 3 weeks it becomes sad if I make everything into a drinking game. Fuck growing up
I asked him to explain what he meant by "hooking up" in paragraph form
Apparently she "missed me" and the only logical solution was to fuck my brother.
I can say with absolute certainty the only time we ever had a civil conversation was when we agreed we both liked pizza.
He usually doesnt care about me cumming but last night he really tried, I feel that him going to the Womens March benefitted my sex life
I'm in the upstairs bathroom. I went to the bathroom after class and realized this is not a shit I want to have publicly. I ran home. We can go to lunch, just give me a min
one week and then i'm back on the sexual grind. a party is being planned in my vagina's honor
Dont care about too tired for sex, thank you for leaving your laser pointer. I have now determined both my cats are stupid.
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