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 just got hit by a car. I'm fine; I'll be to the bars in about 15
I have minimal recognition and a lot of burns on my tongue and my vagina hurts.
Idk wtf I would do on a date. I thought wed passed that stage at least for a while. Nowadays dates should consist of blackouts and shameful mistakes.
Bad behavior is like a petri dish that grows organically In my heart
Be there soon... with munchies, blow jobs and shoulder rubs.
I've discovered that regular handcuff keys, sadly, do not work on real police handcuffs.
It was a group decision to take your pants off. Took a solid 10 minutes. No more skinny jeans while drinking.
We have an unspoken agreement. He helps me move and I give him a blow job. It's really unfair to him considering he doesn't know how much shit I have.
I just threw in a dip with a guy that superglued his fake tooth back in today. My life is complete.
He passed out in the car on the way to the party. Seabiscuit tripped before the race even started....Lil bitch....
Everything I own smells like cigarettes and victory right now. The smell is never coming out.
I want to share a beverage of the alcoholic category with you, but I'm conflicted about getting out from under my covers.
No one likes wet exercise unless it's vigorous sex in the shower
We just had sex on an abandoned logging road while wearing snow shoes. God bless Montana boys.
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