we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
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.
If they made snuggies with a sleeve for my morning wood, id consider buying one...
She stopped mid-blowjob to introduce herself to us
i was quietly enjoying my waffles when he came downstairs naked, kissed me on the forehead, and thanked me for the night before. i didnt even know anyone stayed over.
Wydf in so deruk i just dowwned a packet if salt waitibg for food at del taco
this kid woke up on our hotel floor and doesnt know how he got here
on my way back.. me and that kid will be great friends
I could probably do something when Im able to get enough strength to think about thinking about to stand.
I broke my arm trying to do a hand stand in my shower to wash the hate out of my asshole.
Yea. It was an issue. Great time though. Apparently I went through the coat check, put my coat on and forgot I had it so I tried to go through again and just didn't understand why thy weren't helping me. Dave coat checked his pants.
I know it's like I wanna bring somebody fun who I haven't drunkenly expressed my feelings for. Or hooked up with. It's a struggle.
The fact that me being able to walk down stairs is an accomplishment in my books pretty much explains how I am
so much tequila, so little girl.
I don't know what's worse the fact that I woke up with a clit piercing or the fact that I didn't pay for it.
Acid king. Jackson puked a lot. Promoter booth. Angry security. No acid. Probably a good thing.
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