oh vodka. i could write you a sonnet.
Something smells like weed and I think it might be my mascara. Come sniff my eyes
we just got kicked out of the mexican restaurant. i have a full pitcher of margarita's hiding under my coat.
I always enjoy the bewildered gaze as I buy chips, salsa and beer @ 0745.
we're meeting twins and drinking tequila. i love life
Ok spinning in the opposite direction thatg the room was spinning was the worst advice ever
Totally. Bang on. He'll be fine. He might cry into your perfect tits once in a while, but that's the price ya pay.
as he was fingering me, all I was thinking about was how lucky his girlfriend is...
I would say "man cannot subsist on sexting and brownies alone" but I think it's actually possible.
I forgot drug dealers have families, too. Cheers to a sober, uncomfortable, slightly enraging Thanksgiving.
I'm not a whore anymore. I gave up 90% of my women for you. I'm a 4-5 woman kind of guy now.
I can hear the pillow talk now, "how many condoms did you bring? Good, put them all on,"
He fingerfucked me in the hot tub and then we had sex in the wine cellar. See thats why I like partying with rich people
Would an open wound count as good sex or bad sex?
And by "sexually intimate," you mean fuck buddies?
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