So there is a chick dressed up in a vagina costume handing out free condoms next to the dude handing out free Bibles and preaching about sin. I love college.
hot pretzels for dinner, snacks, and now breakfast...oh to be a poor college student...everyday is like a carnival.
I think I need to stop sleeping with him. Sex with him is just a reminder of the mediocrity of the rest of my life.
honestly I asked the same thing when we had our slip n slide and margarita party
Your "OraGel will numb anything" theory was the worst thing I ever believed in.
I'm really not interested in hearing from him. Unless there is casual sex involved
I was crying hysterically and you wouldn't stop petting my ear and shushing me every time I tried to say something.
Ok but if you die you have to get "I should've listened to Mike" carved into your tombstone
the fact that we had sex in the dining hall makes it seem so much more like home.
Apparently I'm ahead in the foot race to his dick because I'm not insane. If I'd have known that's all it took, I'd have worn sweat pants more often.
Current state of being: shivering like a new born kitten on the bathroom floor
so you 69ed him in the parking lot of your apartment
yah I won't allow him in my apartment
So i came so hard i almost passed out, where has this vibrator been all my life?
I'm super disappointed in my clit.
He smells like sex and magic. I’m already naming our children
Maybe you should talk to him first
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