I feel like a need a fire hose to wash off what I did last night
I just told you I can't. My fingers are melting. I have discovered the high.
Can you fuck me on the kitchen counter at some point? I'll lysol it after
Sorry I never showed up last night. It was between spending time with you and our freinds or having violent multiple orgasims. I chose the low road.
How do you feel?
Like the devil himself shit me out, baked me into a pie, ate the pie, and shit me out again.
I want to get my vag crammed with complete loss of every bit of dignity I have left by this man from every angle on every flat surface that exists. That is all.
thank you for extending my knowledge of the effects of vodka. speak of what happened last night and i will kill you and send your fingers to your loved ones.
It all started because he put my damn phone in his pants. By his crotch nonetheless.
but there's so much I wanna do before I have kids. like die
Last night I made the hotel shuttle driver take me to Walgreens for birth control, and Pringles.
They were both high priority
Had a dream I dropped the L word and immediately threatened to kill myself
You probably shouldn't be having nightmares about expressing affection
I have no clue how you survived last night but I applaud you. 21 body shots off 9 bodies in under four hours has to be a record.
By 9 pm this evening I'll have accomplished smashing with two different guys in two different time zones in the same day.
Stay hydrated
My butthole is tingling. Must be the grapefruit juice
the raccoons are back...
Randomize
