I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
My vagina makes bad decisions like its her job
found a naked boy completely buried under a pile of her clothes and terrified...she says she was "saving him for later"
I feel as if I owe my bloodstream some tequila.
Oh my god. I opened up my microwave and there was a pile of bacon in it. It's like my mother knew I'd be hungover.
I sat on his lap and we shared a beer. I feel like that's an invitation to his dick.
Had no idea what his name was when I woke up. Went through his desk, found his tax records. Ben. And loaded.
Just saw a cougar do the walk of shame. She asked housekeeping where the fastest elevator was.
Dude, fuck the siberian warm up. You can't put vodka in hot chocolate. Learn from my mistakes
Ya he's the booze devil, like if the black hole and Bermuda triangle joined forces with Captain Morgan
So he drunk messaged me last night telling me he wants a baby. Think I should call his bluff?
Cocaine and dance dance revolution for 4 hours. I consider last night a success.
If I'm gonna have a rotation of guys, I really should stop them leaving boob bruises...
Honestly cannot tell if I’m magical or really, really high.
She made me keep my boots on and say "you're welcome darlin" after every orgasm......so yes it was an awesome night.
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