angela screamed across the room SHES A CHAMP when i told the pharmacist plan b doesnt make me throw up
I passed out on my porch last night. I'm still making it to class. This is what growing up means.
it was like, one of those nights where you keep going back to the fridge because you just can't get full. except, with sex.
i just feel like the statute of limitations for admitting i plowed through her car last night was up a couple hours ago
when i saw his roomate the next night he kept openly referring to me as "the girl who orgasms loud" when he would try to get my attention
I'm treating this like a real date. My boobs aren't even out.
I'm so proud, I have tears
I "liked" his changed relationship status just to show him I'm ok with the fact he found someone not as pretty as me
The ONLY place I sext is in my anatomy class. It's an amped up level of playing doctor.
I'm not sure how to explain it, but I feel like our penises have a connection. Like long lost brothers. We're not even gay.
Rome wasn't built in a day - my bedroom skills weren't obtained in some boring monogamous relationship. Same thing. Right?
Turns out he's just a recently divorced IT guy. Not a wizard.
He played with my nipples while singing "How great thou art"
It just so happens all of their names are Ryan, so I never have to change whose name I moan.
I believe the only reason I am slightly functional right now is the leftover drugs in my nose that I keep sniffing
he said he only had one rule...that he'd only go down on me 3x a day. so far this is turning into the best relationship ever.
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