Some random slut told me I was a good dancer then gave me a handjob. I felt like fucking John Travolta.
Still in Rome. Hooked up with frat boy from SoCal that's studying abroad. He said he was 1/8 italian. I'll take it.
critical mistake not lubing the nipples
My face is tingly. And my legs are being massaged by golden elves.
When he goes down on me, he stares me in the eyes like a shark mocking it's prey as it devours it. Plus, his beard smells like dirty gym socks. This has got to end.
You should really trust me on this one. "hit it and quit it" might not be the best career move on your part...
I'm pretty sure this city writes new vice laws specifically because of us.
Why are there chunks of your hair in everyones pocket?
I decided to mark my territory.
I don't know. I was hiding and the bed was banging. I am going to sleep now in someone's car.
The shit I just took was four, very distinct colors. Jager night was a success
Ah well. Drinking wouldn't be drinking without mystery bruises
Agreed.
YOU TRIED TO SWIM IN HER FISHTANK. I don't think she's going to call you.
Well, I got drunk and told my family about what I expected sexually after a good first date.
Update: I spent 10 minutes trying to fish out a rogue vagina weight.
It was sweet, he carried me out of my bathroom after I passed out, built me a pillow fort so I wouldn't roll out of bed, set a glass of water on the table, and brought me a mixing bowl to puke in. Totally a sign we're more than just fuckbuddies.
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