Hahaha, sighhhh...I texted him to no response. It's a shame, really...I would gladly exchange my body for pizza rills.
I feel like I'm back in highscool trying to hide my erections at work
Yeah. We was talkin. Its ok. My bed is too filled with pam for sex. Its like a slip and slide of butter product.
Apparently I walked up to him, mumbled something incoherently, then started to make out with him. Why does this always happen.
3 things I learned last night: 1.) I'm not as light as I used to be. 2.) Sex on the roof of a convertible is a really bad idea. 3.) The hospital now has super glue pens for sealing minor cuts instead of stitches!
I was just informed that I have the perfect belly button for body shots... Best compliment ever.
Ummm, my mojito just spilled on 2 essays as I'm grading. Who says high schoolers have all the fun?
To give you an idea, there's a group upstairs trying to break down a door with their fists and heads.
I told her my cab was outside the club and that I had to go, but I think we both knew this wasn't going anywhere past the sloppy bathroom handjob.
What if he turns back to me, finds me seemingly fondling my breasts, and thinks I'm turned on by eagles?
COKE WAS NOT ON THE ITINERARY FOR TONIGHT.
I ended up sleeping on a park bench. Never using Tinder again.
that's what I'm here for. I'm literally just bad advice mixed with motivational sentences.
My fuck buddy and I talked about Amelia Bedilia for ten minutes before having sex. I think I'm in love.
Only thing I have going for me is jacking off, weed, and saturdays
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