He asked me to sit on his face, but i didnt, for 2 reasons, one, i had just pooped like 20 mins before sex, and two, this could be my future husband. so i skipped on sitting.
This got awkward about two "Oh yeah"s ago.
Can we comment on the fact that at five thirty this morning, security woke me up in the hotel lobby, in my underwear, and some random guys winter coat?
she said my body looked tiny like it was a bad thing and then didn't even mention how great my tits look. it's like we're not even friends.
I need to stop drinking. Side note- we have a party bus tonight. So the drinking will have to end after that
We are possibly on our way, unless we see the limo full of strippers.
I'm gonna have to fantasize about her dying just to get off.
then he tried to tell me how many times he had seen Scott's dick. his estimate was about 180 times. he thought I didn't understand.
The extent of "getting it in" was this creepy guy sticking his finger in my bellybutton
Is "I want you to destroy my insides" too forward?
Can I drink yet?
It's Monday morning.
Your point?
I just jacked off to nostalgia.
I walked in to you guys using a milk jug as a gravity bong
Surrounded by smaller versions of the same
I just got the high sucked out of me. Fuck.
My vagina likes him more than I do, but I’m going to follow her lead and see what happens
Randomize
