he was actually really polite. he asked before he came on my chest because he "wasn't sure my stance on it".
My mom asked me if I was being satisfied, sexually. And then discussed positioning.
season finale of lost and an oz of weed. tonight my mind is going to be blown.
I remember convincing the limo driver to smoke with us and if he did I would name my first son after him.
I was only out of town for 1 week. His cell records show he texted 63 ex-gfs and hookups while I was gone. And 10 condoms are missing.
the last thing i remember was the norwegian kid tacking a bag of wine to the ceiling, then boom! shower drain.
sometimes, you gotta take him by the hands like tails took sonic, and fly him into the bedroom.
I spent the morning naked in her roommates closet because her parents decided to come over after church..
I met my future husband in an elevator. Think Hispanic version of Dr. Bunsen Honeydew from the Muppets, but with eyes like Michael Fassbender.
Our conversation concluded a weekly schedule of casual sex in between classes.
I just meant the frequency of your blow jobs on a flow chart wouldn't look too promising
I don't really want to talk about it, but if anyone finds my unicorn mask with my bra in it, I would really like that back.
We drunkenly built a couch fort and fucked in it. I've known her since preschool. This was every childhood fantasy mixed with adult dreams come true.
we didn't even throw knives this time! it was just the carrot peeler
You texted him 17 times. Asking for him back and sending random pictures of Jimmy Buffett. He didn't answer.
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