He smothers me through text. I can't even image what he'd be like in person.
you don't remember? you called me at 330 crying because you were in the middle of having sex with corey and forgot his name. all you kept saying was i'm a drunk bitch.
That's ok. Our relationship has a solid foundation of booze and questionable behavior.
she left out the fact that she had a kid until she told me not to suck on her tits too hard or milk would come out.
My drunk body wants to fuck you so bad, but my high mind is telling me it's too much work. I think I'm just gonna stay home and eat some Mac and cheese. Sorry.
I've gotta stop getting kicked out of bars for fighting with people over the accuracy of the Harry Potter movie.
he needs to stop knowing everyone on campus...it's making cheating on him really difficult.
She is just sitting by the bathroom like a little puppy waiting for a knight in shining armor to take her in there to fuck her. New low?
I. Did. In fact. Sprain. My liver. This. Weekend.
His new place is a molesden. Like a hole in the ground. It's frightening how oddly private it is.
It rubs the lotion on it's foreskin...
My last google search is "how to build a flamethrower"
I bruised my dick hopping over that fence last night
He called me Kitten either just because or he figured out my old s&m life. Either way huge turn on.
Don't judge me 👊🏼 his dick just whispers my name
Gonna do a few lines then clean my room so I can feel like my life is somewhat in order.
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