i fell asleep last night with fifteen animal crackers in my mouth. rock bottom dude.
He played with my vagina like it was a turntable
I woke up with ten beers in my bag that hoarded at the party last night. Rally? Its five somewhere.
so today in my theology class we brought up the proper way to have sex. so rough sex was said by the teacher...I said I know a girl that likes to be choked. sorry but everyone knew it was you
I told him we couldn't have sex because I was ovulating and "I come from fertile people."
I introduced him to the male G-Spot. Don't ever tell me I'm not experienced.
it's official, i know exactly what cross streets we're at by the bumps when i give him road head
my life has come down to walking through campus and wondering if every guy is the random i made out with saturday
remember.. you're not a homewrecker.. you're just creating options for him..
There were gay boys and a jukebox. It was like god wanted me to.
I figured out why I insisted on leaving my sweater on the ground outside. I smelled it and I'm 97% sure I peed on it last night
Romantic bubble bath turned into splash war. We can't be adults about anything.
Rather than admit to myself he's hooking up with her right now, I choose to believe that he's not responding because he's masturbating to my picture, distraught over his poor choice, and trying to forget about the one that got away with a heavy dose of meth.
But you've got to admit , for how blackout I was I look fucking unreal in those pictures
The bed I'm sleeping in has a headboard only handcuffs could love. I'm gonna pick up a local dude and wreck that.
Randomize
