you rubbed the head of my dick and said "I shall call you Squishy and you shall be mine and you shall be my Squishy."
this is really not the time to pretend we have morals
He tried to say the picture wasn't him. Like I'd forget his curved boner.
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
When I try to close my eyes ibwant to puke. Going to the basement to watch pocohantas. That'll keep myeyes open. And puke free.
when she first told me she hooked up with him my initial response was to shout "WE HAVE SOMETHING IN COMMON!"
like a dude with a badge in a golf cart is gunna do shit. Unless he has a tazer. Then it's fair game.
I feel like I'm in an ocean of eels jacking me off
Nothing says casual like stairwell bjs
He's like all my past boyfriends wrapped up into one fuck up. It's enjoyable to watch.
Something tells me tonight will end with me wearing my pants on my head again.
One less thong to worry about.
One less *thing! But probably that too.
Is it possible for mice to climb? If so I think mice are climbing into my bed in the night and playing with my hair..
You thought the flashing lights were strobe lights when they were loading you into the ambulance. You asked the EMT if he had any X.
I peed in front of kids, unfortunately
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