hows that letter of apology to the waitress at waffle house coming?
he came on my stomach, took his sock off, wiped it up, put his sock back on along with his shoes and left.
we literally hit three floors of our apartment building searching for condoms. also got macaroni.
that awkward moment when your booty call gets snowed in at your place.
Yea my vagina was pretty pissed at me for not taking advantage of the situation...
I feel like I just need to fuck him after all his effort. like a "hey man good try" like those kids who get last place and still get a trophy.
It's times like this I miss having my nipples pinched
I gasped. Both pairs of lips did.
can i text him and be like "oh yeah, forgot i kinda made out with a girl this weekend. For future reference, does this count as cheating?" ?
I have come to the conclusion that my perfect boyfriend is a cardboard cutout of Link with a dildo attatched. Also, Merry Christmas.
that's the second time I've made out with him and woken up with my pants stuffed with PBRs I am convinced he's magic
Do me a favor and don't mention him I feel like Regina George and I just want to scream I made him
Will you rub my calves while I masturbate?
I'm so sad at the lack of dick in my life I am going to get sauced and make rice krispy treats
you can see where the duct tape was on my nipple
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