turns out I still hate jay leno...even at 10pm.
omg my older sister has been googling "how do I know if I've had an orgasm?" and "bj tips". the family laptop is not meant for this...
facebook friend requested him the morning after while he was still asleep in my bed, a whole new level of creeper even for me
my goal is to masturbate without thinking about my exbf.
Still can't decide which I'm more disappointed about: the blow job I gave him or the donuts I ate after.
They high fived over us while we gave them synchronized blowjobs. In the same bed. Under the same blanket.
Had no idea what his name was when I woke up. Went through his desk, found his tax records. Ben. And loaded.
Just found a peacock feather in my car. Should I be the least bit concerned about this?
I obviously couldn't but this on your fbook wall. I would get judge. I would willingly get tbagged by him. You can quote me on that.
since when did our medecine drawer and our sex drawer become the same drawer? we now have lube covered cough drops.
I'm not sure how many more innuendos I can slip into this fucking conversation before I just blatantly say "I want to fuck you."
Sudden memory flashback: drunk me outside ripping my tampon out and throwing it into the neighbors yard, silently cheering 'time for sexxxx'. I sense a dangerous pattern emerging
When everyone ask you tomorrow go ahead and tell them I'm the girl that fell of safe ride and was all bloody.
That's one good thing about being an only child. I can masturbate wherever the fuck I want
I'm sorry I tried to stab you. I just really wanted those mozerella sticks.