I almost didn't recognize her with a shirt on.
Where??
Against the wall. In corner. Only gave him head though don't worry
the fact that you could barely do more than slur incoherent sentences didn't stop you from correcting her grammar
Damn you and your Monday night power hours.
It was the classiest, most strategic and inspired vomiting I've ever witnessed. Like a blind mans first sunrise. A priests first prayer. Or a virgins first orgasm.
Not sure how I feel about St Psts and March Madness being on the same weekend. I feel like I've been screwed out of a drunk holiday.
As if finding out the man you just had sex with is married isn't bad enough, it gets so much more awkward when his wife comes in to comfort you...
I just slammed another champagne, swaggered over to her, pointed across the room at the 20 y/o lacrosse player and whispered loudly, "I brought that one for YOU." I'm getting a raise.
I swear if he puts my hand anywhere near his dick tonight I'm "accidentally" leaving all my rings on
He cried & told me I reminded him off his mother. I don't want to talk about it. I want to drink about it.
I've fucked him twice and literally had no idea that he's missing a thumb
I just jerked him off with one hand while holding my wine glass with the other and watching Congo. I feel like this was a preview to my married life...
did you call me last night and say you were being kidnapped?
We made out in front of everyone INCLUDING his girlfriend. And no one saw. THAT DRUNK!
I remember her making the first martini but the rest of the weekend is a blur of vodka, high heels and sex toys.
First time being used by a cougar. Definitely okay with it
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