I don't make mistakes...just understandable bad choices.
He was trying to put his hand up my shirt but I remembered the coke was stashed in my bra so I moved his hand to my pants
Internet sex stories have completely ruined the word sopping for me.
To say he's a good fuck is like saying the beatles had a bit of success. My vag is still mourning the fact he moved.
$100 bras are my way of telling my boobs that I love and appreciate them, and all the metaphorical doors they have opened for me.
he looks SO much like Drake, I feel like an extreme groupie every time we have sex.
He bought you footie pajamas. Shit's pretty serious.
I've realized that I'm going to have to wake and bake every morning to make it through the summer without killing someone. This is ridiculous.
Well I was kicked out of the bar and woke up on a picnic table. I'd say the night was awesome!
I'm definitely closer to having sex in every building on campus than I am to having a post-graduation career/plan/future. Unless that future is getting fucked in lots of buildings. I got that shit on lock down.
last night i fell off a barstool and busted my nose. i can regretfully say that i didn't see cherub last night.
How does one get out of sexting without being rude? I'm trying to watch Downtown Abbey
I'm shotgunning a meatball sub and watching flip or flop. i have reached a new level of singledom.
I'm sitting naked on my bathroom floor and it remind me of us.
That's my way of saying I miss you
I'm seriously scared right now. Woke up next to 3 geese and a lot of feathers ..
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