I looked him in the face and asked if we could stop. he asked why. I said "I can't feel it.". ...I feel bad; I should have faked.
So I'm about to go to his house and have "I'm really sorry for cheating on you last night" sex
woke up to the trail of sugar cubes leading to my bed........was i that uncooperative last night
Can you pinpoint the moment you decided it was acceptable to trade blow jobs for beers or was it a gradual slide?
All she was asking was for you to describe your coat so she could get it, but you kept yelling at her so the security threw you out.
Is this helping you get pumped up or am I going to have to send you more dick pics?
And please let him know I don't normally go off on long rants about feminist theory. That was totally the vodka talking.
Thanks for fucking me in last night
TUCKING. TUCKING ME IN LAST NIGHT
I might as well walk around wearing a sandwich board and accept the fact that I'm dying single.
I was so close to going to get my nipples pierced with my mom today
My favorite bra is missing and I smell like beer and bad decisions. This is definitely a sign that hoe mode is activated.
who knew rolling through the dorm on a scooter in footie pajamas would attract so many guys. he said i'm his soulmate.
DID YOU OR DID YOU NOT, PEE IN MY FUCKING TRASHCAN?!
You can't hold me to anything I said last night; I was drunk on orgasms.
I'm gonna make out with this 38 yr old. Mark my words. I don't even have daddy issues.
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