The good thing about walking home in a dress on sunday morning is that people mistake my walk of shame as a walk to God.
I met the nicest Tranny last night. He/She loves Cheetos.
he was so hot that i framed the used condom. it's not trash, it's art.
i guess its not very common for a paramedic to have to revive someone who was struck by a falling shampoo bottle while getting off from the bathtub faucet.
After he told me that it's up to him to carry on his family name, I almost felt bad for not letting him cum inside me.
i decided i'll just settle for a gay guy who can manage to fuck me like the straight guys do. but here i go again, talking about my dream man.
Besides asking our teacher if he enjoyed being fisted did I have any other tragic moments last night?
I'm sitting on the toilet just to avoid my bosses look of disapproval
We were fucking while the tv was on, and one of those animal cruelty commercials came on. We then switched over and started doing it doggy style. It was then that I realized that I'm going to hell.
I wanted to make out with that blonde just so I could deck her boyfriend and make things interesting.
At least that would be something.
I spent the money she owed me on enough magnum condoms to make a blimp. Damn right I'm going to make the best of it.
i just tried to use a string cheese as a light source
he fucked me wearing a cowboy hat and made grits after
We call him Texas for a reason.
No we were too stoned to stop you from wiping the peanut butter all over the car.
My boyfriend and my fuck buddy are going to the strip club together... Should I be concerned?
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