I wouldn't necessarily call it an addiction, more of a passion. I'm habitually passionate.
this is the fifth day in a row i've woken up after 3 pm, hungover. I might die when snowmageddon is finally over and we have to go back to class. my liver wont know how to take it.
is it bad that upon arriving to my fourth sex toy party the sex toy lady instantly recognizes me?
Am I allowed to say that I would really enjoy blowing you again? Or does that fall into the "nothing changes between us" catagory?
Front seat of an Escalade in a limo-service parking lot. That is all.
I was mid-sentence and you stopped me and said, "Yeah.. for my vaginas sake, I'm gonna need you to stop talking right now."
You know the cave of wonders in Aladdin? That's how I feel about his apartment. Except with blow and other treasures.
I'm playing drinking games with a boy who looks like Liam Hemsworth. I think I'm fine.
WHAT IS MY LIFE THAT THE ONLY PERSON INTERESTED IN FUCKING ME IS MY 6TH GRADE MATH TEACHER
It's okay, big boobs are better than running.
My friends got engaged today and I learned the techniques of going upside down on a stripper pole. I'm not really sure who won...
I don't care that he's really strong. I need him to make me cum not fix my back problems
He has a syndrome called asshole. And it flares up 24/7.
he came with me to get plan b but they didn't have any. when I started crying he said "come on it's not that bad.. ill go get sandwiches from the vending machine and we'll have our first meal together as a family"
Last night when we were having sex he put the condom on backwards the first time. While he was putting the second one on I blew up the first one, made it into a balloon and hit him in the head with it. I think we're over the honeymoon stage.
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