there is a priest convention in the hotel. i feel like god is laughing at me.
complete strangers are now referring to me as 'the bourbon guy.' i can live with this.
I slept with him to see his dog one last time
We just threw our carpet out of our room. Via fourth floor window style.
I don't think of it as I'm taking a pole dancing class...its more like I'm making myself recession proof
He asked me to spit in his mouth. I did. Never let me hook up with this guy again.
Ok. I am hammered I will admit it but my legacy needs to live and your the only woman that could spawn satan. We need to talk.
I swear some just paged for more cock rings over the intercom.
Oh boom. You're officially Dr Phil. I need to have sex that I actually remember participating in.
This morning he fucked me while I was brushing my teeth. So I kept brushing as he thrusted. Then I brushed his teeth with my toothbrush while he was still in me. So hygienic.
Damn you are the highwater mark of the naked women in my life. Like idk what lined up but yeah.
He is a sex God. It lasted more than an hour, and I don't remember how many times I came. I lost count at 57.
You threw up with such class too! Tiara and all.
Who was that dick in the suit telling us to stop drinking?
The priest.
Dude I'm pretty sure everyone in my office knows I fucked our boss...can I ask for anything better?
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