he called me "his little blueberry cunt muffin"...how would that make you feel?
only if we run a train.
done.
I couldn't walk, so he carried me all the way home; and then I told him that I wasn't drunk enough to fuck him. Poor kid.
i'm going to look back at this as the time of my life when i casually dated that autistic guy
Don't make fun of the drunk girl eating bread out of her pockets. I've been that girl.
We love you just as you are but we might love you more if we didn't have to post bail so often...
Maybe just the first 2 wks of Nov can be dick detox.
I asked him why I was having sex with him in the middle of having sex. It was sufficiently awkward.
Some girl came up to us crying that she lost her phone and you said "if it's meant to be, let it be"
I have this vague feeling that I was involved in a dance off with a homeless man?
My vagina: 1 Male stubborness: 0
I have no reason to put on pants anymore. This is my new reality.
She showed up at 4:30 in the morning HAMMERED, stripped, demanded sex, then after 4 failed attempts stopped me mid-thrust to tell me she thought we should be fucking for a cause, like animal rights. Process that for a second. She wanted us to be fucking for animal rights.
That wasn't even sex. That was a fuckoning
...did you just create a word for what we did?
He just fucked me into paralysis. can't feel my hands or face.
Randomize
