We succumbed to passion, and then he had to go meet his girlfriend. End of story.
The brown eye won't let me do that either.
so last night after we hooked up i got my period and woke up this morning with a blood stain on his bed and not only was it huge but i had put my jeans back on before bed so i took the walk of shame with period stained pants
She handed me a mouthguard and said "here, you're going to need this" that rough.
hand shaped bruises on both boobs again....i wish i could say this is the first time.
yeah i didn't know anyone, but i just walked in with a lit sparkler and wearing a budweiser shirt and someone handed me a beer.
All that fucking tequilla made my head feel like it's inside of a body builder's asshole. He's doing squats.
We crashed a rave, threw glitter all over Gay Dan and the bartender, broke a chandelier and called ourselves the Kings of Neon.
Imagine getting smashed in the dick by a basketball. A basketball made of metal. With spikes. That's pretty much what his dick looked like.
Also, I found your gauge.
I found it under my pillow like a gift from the Sex Fairy.
You put on some guys Birkenstocks that were abandoned on the dance floor overtop of your flats. Then ran out of the bar high gives the bouncer and said "look at my new kicks" then he was like woah wait a minute someone is missing those and made you return them. You were very upset
Today's goals: get day drunk then sober up in time for the walking dead tonight.
Not entirely sure how I got drunk off 2 mimosas but here I am
I'm not in it for just the sex. If I wanted mediocre dick once a week I would have stayed with one of my exes.
Apparently I gave a guy a hand job on the dance floor. ON THE DANCE FLOOR.
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