I was to drunk to drive all the way up there, so we just had rough phone sex instead
I'm so used to throwing up its no longer a game of hanging over the toilet. Now it's just 'stand up, aim for the toilet, do my thing' then walk out
as we were driving back from the frat house he pulled down his pants and convinced me his penis "wanted some air"
I just had a formal request to dress as a boyscout for my meeting with Legal on Friday. From Legal. Time to go home.
The only people who have said happy valentines day to me today have been 2 homeless people.
We had to go visit his dealer in the hospital to buy some weed.
They set the pop up pool in the basement-running filter and all. Drunk swimming. Come now.
He drew a bath for me. It was only cute until he started throwing in celery and calling me soup.
Are we doing anything tonight after class for Valentine's Day or just being lazy and having sex?
If you expect me to say anything other than 'lazy and sex' you're crazzzzy!
Well we had to pull over on a side street in town so I could throw up while moms were driving by with car loads of kids, I feel like I just performed a lil silent AA film for the childrens
His encouragement of my recreational drug use is the backbone of our nonrelationship. That, and rough animal sex and loud music.
We broke up. And I told him he better give me my fucking star wars movies tomorrow. Priorities.
So I wore my ankle step-counter exercise thingy while I rode him. Don't fuck him- I only burned .2 pounds.
We had an argument over whether or not she had super strength. She settled it by dragging me to the bed room and throwing me on the bed. Then forcefully fucking me. She won the argument.
Relationship goals: we both wore red underwear tonight. Except he won’t know because my bra been off but it’s the thought that counts I guess.
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