i got last night's adventure to take the garbage out when he was leaving. my vagina is THAT good.
i told the bartender last night that if the palace saloon made a calendar he would be every month.
I still havent given him the valentines day card i got him. I feel like just writting...."sorry for the horrible blow job i gave u last night." and just giving it to him.
someone should tell her that easter eggs aren't meant to be dildos.
Knitting and drinking wine. Forget my 21st birthday, might as well just skip to my 60th
Just mixed my liver cleanse with Bacardi. Best. Thing. Ever.
I'll call it a relationship when I stop masturbating after he goes to sleep
I really don't want to. I just don't know how to nicely say "dude I'm having a rough time in life right now and I just need to dress like a stripper cop, get shit faced, and have dirty crazy sex"
He got a new tattoo in prison. It's actually a good tattoo, making it that much harder for me to hold out until he's off house arrest.
I just stood still on a stair at the train station expecting it to go down automatically like an escalator... Today's going to be a good day
I am on my usual post-jerkoff high of eternal happiness. Like I could punch a fucking tiger.
I just spent the better half of my Friday night alone, naked eating McDonalds. Not my worst start of a new year
I just forgot I was standing up.
I don't care if his family has ties to the mafia, you go over there, ride his dick until it breaks off, put his dick back on, and keep on riding. Lather, rinse, repeat.
Thanks for the support, sis.
Like I blink, and he's face first in my vagina.
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