yeah i was sneaking up to her room and on the way i saw a picture of her and left
i feel like a thai whore the morning after the navy left.
We've finally come to the understanding that as long as our conversation stays stricaly sexual, we get along.
Also, I threw up on the playground again. I've honestly had more fun there this past summer than I did in my entire childhood.
since when did our medecine drawer and our sex drawer become the same drawer? we now have lube covered cough drops.
On campus. Grown men in women's sexy bee costumes. Complete with legwarmers. This cannot be real life.
i refuse to give everyone the satisfaction of seeing the results of my acting on my thoughts
Fucked her on the patio while some dude drove by on a mower. He waved. Twice.
I'n not even sure we went out, but I know we broke into a cemetery.
Me sprinting out of your house without my bra or shoes is our entire relationship defined in a single moment.
I JUST WOKE UP WITH MY UBER DRIVER
Let's just say his oral game was lacking. Hell, lacking is too nice of a word to describe it.
I'm having a hard time eating my sandwich knowing how many different buttholes my hands were in last night.
Waking up naked and dehydrated has become a regular occupancy for me.
I miss all the tiny banana hammocks... When can I go back to ogling? I can do it from a lot farther than six feet without any complaints.
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