He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
I'm bringing poparts in case anyone gets hungry. The trek to frat row is strenuous.
You were sitting at the bus stop holding hands with some Polish girl you just met, who was just as drunk as you were, and you kept trying to light your Kit Kat and smoke it.
She recited Pi throughout ever orgasm she had....she said it was a game she likes to play...how far she gets is how she judges her lovers...I am oddly turned on by this...
He just walked into my room in a robe with a cooking pot of cereal.
Oh I forgot to tell you that while you were in the bathroom last night I made friends with a gay man named Rodger from Venezuela and he kissed me cheek and told me I "knew how to shake my thing". From now on we go to the bathroom as a team.
I woke up this morning with a wristband and I thought I went to the hospital last night I actually went ice skating instead
I was trying to be a bartender for my boyfriend and his friends last night, but I was too drunk so I just kept bringing them ice cubes in my hand.
Traded my phone for pizza, then got it back this morning....successful night
I woke up and he was just feeling up my stomach. I felt like buddha and he was rubbing my belly for good luck. never again.
If a clean cut ginger with a flannel and tattoos shows up at the apartment, he is allowed inside.
Just had an orgasim to the Star Spangled Banner so.. it was all worth it.
We decided it was a good idea to go streaking through the campus. Everything was fine until the sprinklers turned on and we realized the keys were in his pocket.
But he said I was unpatriotic for not having sex with him. What was I suppose to say to that?
He nicknamed his dick "the fountain of youth" I think it's time to move on...
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