I'm not saying he was bad at sex, but I'm pretty sure I anti-climaxed.
he invited me to an all week drinking party at his house. apparently he knows the key to my heart is booze shaped.
Try not to bring up the fact that I woke up and couldn't find my pants... He might get the wrong idea.
just woke up on my balcony. who won the super bowl?
I just saw her shopping list. The only things on it are blackberries, hot fudge and condoms. I almost don't wanna know. Almost.
we fucked the fort apart but we'll rebuild it after we get some drinks.
He fucked me so hard I might have to go to the hospital for internal bleeding
Can I have him when you're done?
He has a bed frame and a headboard.... That match his dresser and nightstand...
Hahah. That's good.
I feel like you don't understand the severity with which this weirds me out...
I need my daily rules like rule one don't put your dick in the vacuum cleaner
pesky things like morals, self-preservation and cowardice are not needed. overkill is nothing but a word. there will be blood.
He looks like an accountant with a secret kinky candy filled center.
Life should not be this hard with a dick this big.
This fucking storm better not ruin my sex plans this weekend
I just talked to him. no worries he had the same fears you did this morning and smelled the dryer to make sure. you officially did not pee in there haha
I left you a really long drunk voicemail and I remember something about a bat
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