oh god the rape fog is back!
I found my laptop, credit card, and a bottle of Morgan all on the counter this morning. I'm scared to see what gets delivered to my house this week.
Having sex with her was like reading the Wall Street Journal.
He just kept muttering to himself "stabby stabby stabby stabby" while we were boning. I will never be boning him again.
Mother nature decided I wasn't going to be a whore today. Fuck her.
I just spiked the applesauce. Try to tell me again your party is better.
He freaked out when I started to orgasm. He said he never knew girls could orgasm too.
My spanish isn't great but I'm pretty sure he was calling me a "little monkey" while I was blowing him
He probably has his cowboy hat on, that's his house hat.
it's like I can see my whorish nature reflected back at me in his wedding ring.
If we can only get laid once in a blue moon, apparently this will be our month.
I don't know. Something about answering "what did you do on Sunday?" Seems odd when the reply is, painted, went to the grocery store, put a restraint device on my bed.
I was fed cake in bed and then was pinned down and ridden till I came. And then fed more cake. I'm going to marry Brad. I'll put money on it.
i saw way too much penis for that to have been a funeral
I'm really proud of my unchallenged ability to convert boob guys into ass men
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