It's pouring out. I am cold, wet, and miserable.... Kind of reminds me of our sleepover last night.
He walked in AS I was cumming. Now even my father knows I'm a squirter.
There was a punch bowl full of straight vodka. Glass bowl, ladle, vodka, and no punch at all. It was something of a rough night
I keep calling his kid the wring name. This is not helping my cause. And by cause mean his dick
I just saw the Mona Lisa in the background of a porno. Whole new appreciation for art. fuck you I'm cultured.
He threw up, and left his credit card next to the puddle. He kept on saying he wanted to pay for the damages.
I think they make you graduate because you get too old to go hard and become a risk. homecoming weekend wins again. fuck.
When I told him he could take naked pics of me, did I really need to specify that he could not email them to my brother's friends for bragging rights?
If you get home and there is an older woman there, its my mom. She wants to come and see the place after work. Just an FYI. Not the older sluts I bang.
currently googling "apology gifts for when you poop on their floor"
He fell asleep cradling my ass and every time I moved he adjusted his hand accordingly. I've found the one.
It was a bad idea to take ecstasy with cats in the house. No animal likes being touched that much. Let me know how your eye feels tomorrow
I think him and kristen are pretty serious now.. I dont think he cheats on her, anymore.
I called him the wrong name all night, yet I still got a ride home from the party and hooked up with the guy. I'm irresistible.
I got here. Mom yelled "drink of the day is blueberry sangria" and next thing I knew I was on a slip and slide.
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