Memory from last night that just came back: me forcibly jacking him off while he yelled I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS I DONT LIKE HANDJOBS
He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
We have sex, then he cooks. It's like a fantasy.
The only people who have said happy valentines day to me today have been 2 homeless people.
Why is the word 'best' written on my chest?!!
Everything tastes like hotdogs and shame.
I think i smell like relationship. That's my problem.
That bitch makes my crazy look like a walk in the park with cotton candy
You're the common denominator of my blackouts.
let me just inform you that suppository-ing xanax is glorious
I'm sorry for getting drunk and throwing a robo-bird at you.
He just stopped me mid blow job so he could text his wife asking for TacoBell.
You'd be proud. Took my birth control today at 12:30 with a Budweiser. Guy across the bar saw and held his bottle up to salute me 😂
I ended up sleeping on a park bench. Never using Tinder again.
well you're talking to a woman who had glorious sex less than 24 hrs ago so my opinion is biased.
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