Fiestas. Its like a classier verson of mardi gras.
It smells like wine and fried chicken. Im confused and intrigued.
He just washed his hands with scrubbing bubbles yelling "They work hard so I don't have to!"
Took his v-card last night. Yet another experience I didn't expect to have in my thirties.
Before you become official, we should get a hotel room and fuck our brains out. Sort of like a going away party for your penis.
Everyone in the office is in total denial. I asked my boss what he did this weekend and he said "nothing much." But I know we were both thinking about the orgy.
His roommates came in and started a dance party in his room while we were having sex. He said it wasnt the first time.
Just sharpening my eyeliner with a butterfly knife. You know. Typical weekday morning.
I convinced every single one of my cousins to bring me a glass of wine. I was the alcoholic queen and they were my subjects.
Aaaaaaand, there's the title of my second book. "One Dick. Six Angles."
Well thank god i want six autographed copies
Justin just used the term "industrial strength colon blow".
It was marvelous. I was drunkenly conversing with my professor in some of the best Spanish I've ever spoken.
You are free to stop by. I promise to keep my penis in my leather pants
See I insist I'm not a groupie and then I say things like "will bang for a backstage pass".
Is it bad when I wake up sore & don't know if my injuries are from sex or the mechanical bull at the bar?
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