So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
Ummmm I went to see who was upstairs, he was the only one in his room so we had sex while the travel channel played in the background.
Oh good. Romantic. Still, I'm jealous of the sex.
Probably not, since he made me promise not to tell anyone it only lasted ten seconds.
I'm skeptical of all drag queens.
The stories of what you did in Cuba got home before you.
We had a complete conversation while I was giving him head, at one point he even stopped me and said 'I love how we're just hanging out.'
i really should have bought real food rather than condoms, olives, coleslaw and beer...
It'll be like a meth lab. But with jello.
She called all of my friends to find out where I was last night. 7 out of ten said their place.
I just remembered that he had fake blood all over his face last night. I woke up with it all over my dick. He was 50. Please don't judge me.
I feel like i could break down a fucking wall with this boner
Soooo, coming over soon?
If man night ends at some point, hit me up and let me prove my vagina still exists.
She got the hiccups while deep throating me. It was epic. Once in a lifetime experience.
If there's one thing I learned yesterday, it's that if I really wanted to I could be mayor of Toronto.
Burnt food and a broken vibrator. Disappointment after disappointment. Is April a man?
It seems I've entered my 21st birthday the same way I entered this world: naked, crying and smothered in someone else's bodily fluids...
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