I wanna come home
And do what?
Kiss. Rip clothes off. Repeat.
I blacked out the second time 3am rolled around. My brain was taking a beating trying to do that math.
He wants to make love to me in a sea of paint and wash my tears away with the brushes surrounding us..I've known him for 2 days.
He's currently rapping every word to 'more money more problems' at what could be a over 30s gay bar. I'm not sure yet. More info to come.
I have the Everlasting Gobstopper of boners right now. It's kinda like a gift from god, but I don't want to spend anymore time with this girl than I have to.
If it carries over into the weekend I would be glad to nurse your vagina back to health.
Like there's an 87% chance I'll end up on the bedroom floor demanding sex while freestyling in your face. I'm going to buy rum.
This essay is so getting done. I am spurred on by thoughts of test-driving your newly shaven face by sitting on it as soon as humanly possible.
You know it is an interesting night when the 911 operator calls you
I just contemplated drinking cheese dip. And by "contemplated," I mean "attempted and was forcibly stopped from."
Apparently I still called the officer "sir" despite the fact I was at a .21 BAC. Southern girls are raised right
Well, I washed his beard with dish soap and then I fucked him three times.
Also you know what's irritating? When the guy you're sleeping with refuses to like any of your Instagram posts
there's no judgement here...i was recently just fingered in my dorm hallway while having a conversation with 5 people.
Just had the biggest masturbatory crisis ever.
What does that mean?
Internet is down.
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