My boyfriend texted me as I was texting some random hookup from last night. His text: "Morning baby" My response: "Your cum is in my hair"
nothing cures the holiday blues like an open bar
i need to break up with him. i realized this while i was making a mental grocery list while we were having sex. this is not the first time i've done that.
Apparently she held up my head the entire 40 minutes, convincing the cab driver that I was okay
The night was going well until I found tufts of my hair in the freezer. Then I got nervous
i just found this napkin with your number on it in my jacket pocket. it reads amy, drawing of a wine bottle and a house
is it sad that i can honestly say it was the best birthday sex i've ever had and it was still terrible?
He bought my favorite ceral.. I've guess I've earn the status as one of his regular fuck buddies. I feel honored and proud. His roommates girls don't get this treatment.
We need to go back to the barter system so I can sell my body and just be done with it.
It was a book called Gay Safari.
I'm so happy for you now that you have found your perfect porn novel.
Is it morally wrong to give today's hookup a Krispy Kreme from yesterday's hookup or is it just fat love?
My tights ended up on the driveway folded neatly. Any ideas how that happened?
Where does drinking Flat, warm beer from two days ago rank of the No Fucks Given scale?
is it fucked up if I wear crotchless panties to thanksgiving to make it easier for me to fuck my cousins friend.
God I love you.
I told him I lived in the apartment beside his brother and he said "oh, you're the girl that watches really loud porn!"
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