Is your delayed response due to the massive amount of judging going on?
she wrote "SORRY" in her vomit and left
So am I a slut for not remembering his name after sex last night or not recognizing him in the cafe today after he told me who he was?
He looked me straight in the eye when he was fingering me last night...it was very serial killer.
He got about halfway through singing "Drift Away" before he passed out and broke my coffee table.
Today's weekday brunch started at 2pm, and consisted of $7 of sandwich and $50 of cocktails. Also, I hustled the bartender for about $3 playing nickel poker, but he may have been letting me win. Either way, he didn't get into my pants.
At one point, he came in to give her a pep talk, and then after he left, she just kept whispering his name into the toilet between heaves.
He sent me a slow motion video of him jerking off...it was so long (the video not his dick) even I felt awkward watching it alone
Below this exterior of ice is a layer of cum. Followed by a pool of gin. More cum. Then, finally a heart.
Look, the coffee machine died a noble death. It was the way it would have wanted to go. It was a mercy exploding, really.
It was an all night sausage fest and I was the lady of honor.
I can't tell if my need for dick is more than my want to strangle him
Last night I recall my hair going up in flames. This is evident by the burnt hair smell that is following me around this morning
However many condoms you have, it isn't enough.
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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