I have one brief flash of having his dick in my hand. that's all I remember.
The plus side of allergy season is that after our weekend coke binge my runny nose fits right in.
We shoved chex mix between her tits for her own survival.
Why do i even want him? It's like his dick is a trophy and I need to put it on my wall of shame.
You told me to pour the Gatorade on you "like Flashdance"
I can pinpoint my loss of innocence as the moment I started masturbating with my teddy bears
I think he was trying to tie my clitoris in a knot with his tongue. So awful.
I got turned off after he said, "i can see us in the future...me, you, and a back yard full of alpacas."
I wish I could be at this cabin banging all these old dads
i spent 45 minutes yellng Heather I feel so bad i wanna die and then 45 more yelling I DONT WANNT TO DIE. thats how drunk i was
I'm gone to the point of literally hugging trees, partially for support, but also because I like them.
I smoked a joint in the bathtub at 8 am then went back to bed
So I was laying on the couch reading a book and he texted me. All I saw was the image of him spitting on my vagina last night in the moonlight. I gagged.
just had an allergic reaction to my dildo. My life is ruined.
It's bullshittery. It's asshattery. It's complete fuckery at its finest.
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