She thought I was gay, so I told her I'd be more comfortable with anal. She agreed.
i dont want to stoop that low. but my dick does.
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
I AM OVULATING LIKE A STEAM ENGINE.
I want an alcoholic time machine so we could skip to new years eve
I'm sober enough to question why I have your name as "the wolverine" in my phone.
What happened with the girl wasn't a gay thing. It was just a mutual respect and want for sex. The guys just weren't there.
Call it what you want. You fucked a girl.
He referred to our sex as being similar to "Two cheetahs cage fighting" and I have to agree.
I say that because you at one point were like a mama spider covered with baby spiders only you were a man covered with strippers.
We exchanged snapchat usernames instead of numbers. Is that what America has come to?
Using my graduation announcement box as a table to roll a blunt on. I've official stopped giving a shit about senior year
it was like reliving my childhood drunk at a bar.
Had sex on the beach last night with a drug dealer. win-win-win situation
I'm her ex, so unless you're interested in her massive moral failings and open season vagina, I'm not your guy.
I got a message the other day that just said “great tits”
A gentleman AND a scholar
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