I'm not saying he was bad at sex, but I'm pretty sure I anti-climaxed.
There was so much of it... it was like he poured a bowl of pudding on my face. It's not bad for your hair is it?
our drinking schedule never changed, we just drank at work.
Those are some awfully high standards for someone of your weight
protesters in toronto definately have the best pot
There are drunk kids outside our building hugging that cop that's always on his bike as he's citing them for public drunkenness. It's not even 11 am.
But he's not just anonymous male genitalia anymore. I've met him, I've seen his face.
It's a never ending cycle of men I've fucked knowing other men I've fucked. I need a new town.
You are a special snowflake. A special snowflake I wouldn't mind rough sex with
I've been there a week.. I'd rather all my coworkers not know that I'm already sleeping with my boss.
I'm not sure... How do you tell someone who was so smashed they couldn't remember shoving their dick into the fireplace that their mother actually witnessed the whole thing?
if becoming an adult is chugging a bottle of wine in your bed and crying about your stresses while your dog watches you, sign me up
Totally writing my paper on the toilet. Makes me miss you.
You are currently doing Harry Potter spells with the turkey-baster...
Slept in and having coffee. No sounds of whipping and no veiny dildos next to me. This is good. How's your mornin?
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