a strip club that doesn't allow touching or asking for sex... whats the point?
unless her vagina can tell me my horoscope in sign language, I'm not going.
so i told him i still liked him. he laughed
well, your crazy. what did you expect?
I was dancing barefoot on glass at one point. That really sobered me up.
So in our children's lit class, some jackass little boy had gone thru the where's waldo book and circled waldo. I realize you would have been that kid.
He's my palate cleanser. He's my mint sorbet. He's my saltine cracker. He's who I fuck between people to make the next one better.
He took a banana and in front of everyone showed her how he wanted it done.
He told me he doesn't dance and he hates drunken excitement. Why I ever thought it would work is beyond me.
so the party was at my house but some how i ended up being the only one who slept outside
idk whats worse playing power hour to yourself, or the fact that you were having fun while doing it
even the AIR tastes like tequila.
I can always make him wear a mask... I'll tell him it's a fetish.
THERE IS NOT ENOUGH CAPSLOCK IN THE HISTORY OF THE WORLD TO EXPRESS MY CURRENT STATE OF WHAT THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED
I came twice and when I was done I petted his head and said "you did good kid you did good" and just laid back smiling. Tell me I'm not awesome.
IDK if she's gay or not, but there is something about the way she looks at me that says "do dirty dirty things to me." I have no choice but to oblige.
Never thought I’d use my computer science degree for teledildonics, but here I am
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