I just masturbated into a dress sock. I feel fancy
I definitely didn't wake up this morning thinking "i wanna get gang banged today"
the more i look through evidence of last night, the less i seem to remember.
She just sent me videos of her blowing my little bro and my best friend... worst. ex. ever.
Held my professor's hair back while she was puking. I'd better get an A out of this or else the pics are going on Facebook.
He panicked, you ducked and I was coming off a 3 day coke binge. It was no one's shining moment.
I've been ignoring his texts cause last night I put him in my phone as 'ignore for atleast a day' and I trust my drunk self.
Let's not refer to him as Dustin. That makes him seek like a real person, not just a dick I would like to experience.
It feels like you stuck your dick in a fire and then branded the inside of me.
Can't decide if it was more awkward buying sheets together or disposing of them afterwards
If Plan B had a rewards card I would have earned so many free tote bags by now
I'm watching Netflix with my cats and eating homemade bread. Everyone and everything can go and fuck itself.
There comes a point where there's just condoms and old mcdonalds in your garbage can and you can't tell if you've won or lost.
ALL I WANT IS SEMEN IN/ON/AROUND MY BODY. WHY IS HE MAKING THIS SO HARD.
i looked at my texts in the morning and saw that i had a full conversation with myself via text thinking it was someone else. i rejected myself
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