I woke up this morning in a strange bed with a kid with an accent playing with my feet.
She rubs her butt on the bed & then she growls..
Maybe i shouldn't have told him the key to getting in my pants was double vodka sodas and Nelly's song "grillz."
the Monday before Thanksgiving is not a Monday at all. Just Thursday in Monday suit.
i just sold back the books i vomitted on
im trying to find a facebook picture of him that doesnt make me regret sleeping with him. its not working
He kept calling my vagina a magic clam, and it was speaking to him, telling him to feed it his penis. I played along.
I may be in the process of acquiring a second male fuck buddy and dating a girl....FUCKING STOP THE TRAIN I'M ON! THIS IS NOT A DRILL!!
I'm glad you don't care about kids. That's one of your better qualities.
We could have mediocre awkward sex or mediocre stunted/awkward/uncomfortable banter. The possilities are relatively finite
I feel kind of like we’re in a gang and tonight is one of those “people are gonna know not to fuck with us” type of nights. And then tomorrow I am going to learn to pole dance. I’m not really sure how I got to this point in my life… but I like it.
As a member of the kink community, I feel grossly misrepresented
I dont know. He's too private. After you fuck him find out his secrets.
Hot fire fighters installing my closet. Don't know how to go about this. Gonna nonchalantly take my shirt off and see what happens..
I’m not sure she knows my name. She introduced me as “the fuck toy”
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