Are you missing anything? I found a wedding ring in my bed this morning.....
But never have I ever had sex with a dirty talker before, so it was something else, to say the least. I signed up to get laid, not play Penthouse Mad Libs.
well. it's seven AM and i'm too high to hula hoop.
I decided that just having that story under my belt and being able to tell it to my grandchildren is worth the regrets of the evening.
Fuck him tonight for the both of us. We're still tag-teaming in spirit.
I have a pocket in my purse that is just for condoms and cocktail swords. I feel like that speaks volumes about me as a person
I'm in a bed full of sand, and also just took my contacts out. Whatever happened yesterday was great, I think.
i ran into my coworkers when i was walking home last night. i was shirtless. i think i gave my shirt to Walter. he's a cat.
im still drunk. birthday week begins.
Though I feel a moral obligation to take you there, point out all of the male supervisors and slap you on the wrist and yell, "NO!!"
Ice that vagina down, get some coffee, and try not to walk with a limp. It's time to dominate, pull it together
So unless we're getting married, I can't see him cry AND have sex with him. It just doesn't work like that.
Night one million where I have madri gra beads around my neck and no justifiable reason for where they came from
I buy a new bowl every time I get a new guy. It's retail therapy.
Now it's a thing. He's kind of a creeper and now he's lotioning me. This is going to turn into a Buffalo Bull situation.
Nothing like casual arson to brighten your day
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