White coat. Heels.
I tried booty calling last night but apparently he was too tired and wants to meet up tonight. I told him planning defeats the purpose.
I always give him head in random places, it's a guessing game for his cock.
Watching her eat just hurts me
I just saw an easily 300lb shirtless man on a Vespa. My day has been simultaneously made and ruined.
He ran over from the bar to give me more singles because the stripper was doing gymnastics on me. He is a really great friend, just probably not the best boyfriend.
Mid stroke she told me she'd had bigger. Replied I could tell. Sex ended right at that moment.
Next time a random bus filled with santas pulls up to the bar, I'm not getting on it.
Would you like to get an apartment bong? It can be like our pet and we can give it a name.
Would seriously like to slash his tires but then I feel like I'd have to deal with him longer.
It's whatever. Titanic is about to be on and we have wine, which is basically crying juice. Leo, Kate, and I will be having a lovely, pants free evening.
But for real though. That weed tastes like the jolly laughter of Santa Claus.
I'm a lady who knows what she wants in life, and that's uncommitted dick.
How did the surgery go?
My face feels like a marshmallow.
I may just have to resign myself to life in flats. He's a sexy little chipmunk that worships me.
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