he asked me what things i liked that he did in bed, and i told him all the things i hated so he would use it on that new bitch and she wouldnt hook up with him anymore.
you for real need to get over him dude
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 havent dry-humped that much since freshmen year. Forgot how good it doesnt feel.
hickory dickory dock, please dont tell me about your cock
once the "do it" chant starts, any shot at an even remotely dignified party experience is dead.
You can't just say things like "great depression theme party" and then not respond.
That was obviously his first time talking dirty. He called my vagina "pretty"
Both of our knuckles were split open this morning when I came out of the blackout, the column on the porch has two new cracks in it, were like the redneck Super Smash Bros.
I remember saying to him "Fun fact! If you lie this way it's easier to deep throat!" I even judge me.
I think we r still a few steps from ex sex. In fact, that's never going to happen. I'm just saying on the seething-chemical-fire-of-emotional-distress-to-post -relationship-intercourse scale, I'm closer to fucking than throttling. Progress is fun.
I rather not break my neck. It's hard to look sexy with a neck cast.
Some rando guy literally just put my shoes on and tied them for me because I'm drunk... Is this what it feels like to be a princess?
tonight at the bar some people told me that I have a sprit following me around.. that's the kind of shit that you laugh off till you're home alone.
did you just describe your masturbation session as "rad af??"
How's moving going?
Uh, we're on the way to the store to buy more booze
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