Every time a guy reaches down to touch my vag, i feel really sorry for all the transgender girls who still have a penis there.
That's weird cause every time i feel a girls vag i feel way worse for all the guys who reached down there and got a penis.
She told me I had to leave by four. We fucked until six thirty and we are the champions played on the way home. Yeah god knew
I feel as though I could trust her, I mean she did tell me she was married before we had sex.
bottle of wine in one hand cigar in the other. 5 am. topless on our fire escape. and she cleaned our bathroom... i like his new girlfriend.
Just sponge bathed with a swissper. Thrush inevitable. Shaking.
The beers last night were like the tears from god
Earned the respect of a group of freshman by chugging Das Boot while hanging out a window and lost it shortly after by wrecking a clown bike into them.
It was my penance. God came down to me in the form of an angel and said, "you must atone for your sins, by puking in your mouth at church right before communion"
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
I created a photogrid for every picture he has ever sent me of his penis. Now I can see every angle at one time. THIS IS GREAT.
Exotic beer tasting at my apt right now and by that I mean I bought random beer and I'm drinking it on my balcony
My vagina feels like it's been kissed by angels.
The beer shits the day after completing the World Beer Tour at Epcot are just as epic as the tour itself.
Then he shook the next streetlight but this one broke and fell over. He told me, "This is the part where we run."
So I forgot to ask, how was that bartender you slept with two weeks ago?
Google chlamydia.
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