I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
i just realized i have an entire drawer dedicated to the clothes of guys ive shacked with...
Sorry you had to see that, but on the bright side...at least I trust you enough to have sex in front of you
you sat up and said "i'm the worst kind of roommate, the drunk kind"
I already apologized. And I got cum in my eye in return, I say your night beats mine...
I guess I just laid down next to him with the entire pot of mac n cheese and started giving him a handie with one hand and eating with the other
I'm alone drinking at the bar and the titanic theme song is on. This won't end well.
It was like the perfect storm of bad decisions.
I woke up and he used my makeup to write "hope you don't get pregnant" on my mirror before he left
I wonder how your parents would feel if the scarf they gave me for Christmas is mainly being used for a blindfold during sex...
The night got interesting when the random guy next to us handed us a bottle of champagne and the rest of his ciroc bottle. When we asked why he did it, he proceeded to point at his friend who face planted the floor.
just chugging fertility tea and vodka, no big deal.
You kept ripping all your clothes off and saying, "Let me be free!"
Why do I have this feeling like this is heading in a slightly threesome-y direction
Just letting you know that I just spent 11 dollars on a car wash... Because you had sex in my car.
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