It was then that he suggested we all nibble ears. A nibble circle.
At the time, making out with dudes for keg money seemed like a genius idea. Now I realize it was borderline prostitution.
hand shaped bruises on both boobs again....i wish i could say this is the first time.
Thank you for caring about my cervix.
She must've been waiting down the street cause after I said I specialized in inner-thigh-face-massage it couldn't have been 2 minutes until she was on my couch.
Dude. Steinbecking. It's when you double-fist coffee and alcohol to help you meet a writing deadline.
Officially crunch time. It's my last year of grad school and I've yet to get blown in a school library. The parking garage was less than a block away though.
I'm only bisexual one week out of the month. Nothing like ovulation hormones to make the genders of my hookups seem completely irrelevant.
I've only hooked up with engineers this year and it may be the best future financial decision I've ever made
That's pretty intense. There aren't many people I would pick over a burrito
You know you're an adult when you start planning your hookup a week in advance
I went to bed early to get up and have a cup of coffee and watch a Sunday sunrise; and again you come home with no shirt and more stamps than my passport. Get the fuck up now, you are taking an Uber to waffle house. The order is in you name.
Its weird to introduce me to his wife and kids on the first date, right?
Dont... please don't. Don't fuck him on his bean bag bed
Give me the sexing that I truly desire and I will reveal to you the mysterious location of the PBR's
Randomize
