i googled "where to have sex in disneyland." i found nothing.
I'm such a slut...i kept having sex with him after he called me his ex gf's name. I just felt like i deserved something out of it too.
my mom just told me its unladylike to have toothpaste stains on my clothes all the time.. if she only knew.
Oh, and my friends believe you should reimburse me for the brazilian that was gone to waste.
I feel eeeverything like there's a rhythm and everything can be felt w/o ever touching it. And it's beautiful. Sunshine or raindrops it's like orgasming. Everything has a taste.
Grad practice is like a live scrapbook of my drunken sexual encounters
i keep looking at my boobs and it just baffles me how he could give this up.
Between my vag yelling at me for having bad sex and my legs yelling at me for going to the gym I cant hear myself think.
Confession: Sometimes I wear my stolen scrubs to the corner store because people will think I'm a doctor and not just a girl too lazy to change out of her pajamas.
I woke up on the dog bed, bottle of alcohol still in hand and my thong was hanging off the family portrait.... Yikes
Just resonded to a booty call with "how much effort is required on my part?" I think I've finally reached the point of smoking too much pot
I think pretend fucking a camel is a good thing to do downtown. They loved me.
It's seriously like a finger. But it's a cock. I don't know what to do. I feel like I fuck him to be polite.
There is a special place in hell for people who only eat the center of the pot brownies.
He and his ex stood there talking about going to get Chinese food while I was half naked searching for my panties
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