He's getting better. i'm using GuitarHero to teach him how to finger me. My clit = the red tab.
His little brother walked in on us. Six times.
"I could never have "feelings" for someone who, at one point, wanted to "hate fuck" my face."
her moans were so awkward that i kept asking "what" when she'd say my name...
i just overheard someone saying that they invented the 'tequila mockingbird' last night. sorry, but i found better friends
I woke up and found 10 txts from him. All sent at 6:30 am, and all about the muffin man.
i just masturbated in footie pajamas. there's no judgement here.
just threw up what i'm pretty sure look like contents of a lava lamp
I cried and ate like 6 tacos in the taco bell parking lot at almost midnight, sober, alone, listening to a demi lavato cd. And that was the good part.
It's one of those nights that you wish to god someone would booty call you, and then realize you'll just be stuck here with your poptart...
When you get home...find me in the shower. Only safe place at the moment.
downside - we got stuck at the intersection before the santa clause parade started and had to wait for it to end. upside - i got frontrow seats and a blow job to the santa clause parade.
Worse. He's Mormon. At least a gay guy will go get drinks with me.
Just had a med school interview with that doctor I fucked in college. He remembered. Asked if I still have my nipple rings. Overall, I think it went well.
There is a moment when you wake up with a butt plug in when you question your choices in life.
There is also a moment when you wake up in a kiddie pool of jello cubes where you question what the fuck you did last night. Are you still in the attic or did you go home.
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