I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
I seriously fake cumming more than i poop.
She just asked me if her C-section scar turned me on.
I almost got away with it until she smelled beer on the stroller.
We were eating hotdog buns dipped in French onion dip in lawn chairs at 4am. That drunk
I bought him bourbon as a thank you for his apology. What is wrong with me?
It's like god made him fantastic at oral to make up for what his mouth does the rest of the time.
My week is over as of 8pm tonight, and I'm herpes free...Let's rage
Finally had sex in the new kitchen. Burnt the hamburgers and hit myself in the face with the freezer door. Worth it.
He also complimented my butt. High praise coming from a boob guy.
I'm glad there seems to be a general consensus regarding your ass
How the fuck did he think me asking about the possibility of a threesome was a rhetorical question?
At least he's enough of a gentleman to not make me do the walk of shame dressed as Santa.
I got outsmarted by a door tonight. Twice.
Forget work, lets run away, rob banks, and have kinky sex with fuzzy handcuffs.
IT'S LIKE YOU READ MY MIND.
let me assure you that a rugburn on your forehead is the worst side effect of tequila i have experienced to date.
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