another moral hangover. fuck.
I'm going to rise like a phoenix out of the drunken, shameful ashes that were last weekend.
he kept asking me "do you love it? tell me you love it" as I was riding him.
and...?
I told him it was alright.
I just wiped my face with a slice of bread. Lowest point of the night.
Don't make me out to be the bad guy. You practically MADE me cum on your food.
He ate me out while I was wearing a tiara.... I think I could get used to this
Seriously? We dated for 2 weeks. TWO. And I've crushed his soul and put out the light in his dark world? What the actual fuck.
Yeah, well. That's what you get for dating a musician.
He referred to our sex as being similar to "Two cheetahs cage fighting" and I have to agree.
You looked at me, said I was a nice guy. Then you drunkenly climbed on top of me and said you liked me and wanted me.
thankfully we both ride of shamed home together on razor scooters in dresses because we stopped for breakfast sandwiches too
Watching a guy masturbate in real time is a lot less theatrical than porn had me to believe.
Waiting on the notification from my fitness pal that tells me I'm an alcoholic
lol I'll trade you jello for a tampon
what a trade!
But like, I don't remember getting hit with the door... I just come out from peeing and there was blood running down my face.
You are hungover. Your arguments are irrational an incoherent. We only played twice. Have some Gatorade and take a knee.
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