Yes, it's true. 4 fingers.
yeah. and then it was like the room of requirement. the elevator just opened for our threesome.
He thanked me for being "his little blond pogo stick last night". Good thing?
I'm not sure what happened last night but I woke up next to him and I was wearing nothing but my grandpa's diabetic socks, so I'm letting that fill in the blanks.
whoever brushed my teeth and whitened them while i was passed out, thanks.
I wrote my name on his balls in sharpie. In the homosexual world that's like a diamond ring. Shits permanent.
After arriving 30 minutes late, he slowly walked to his desk and halfway there he just falls over like a tree and passes out. I now have some sort of proof as to how awesome that night was.
If our text convos ever saw the light of day lives would be in tatters
I am sufficiently unimpressed with the options available to my freshly shaved self tonight.
I just want to be covered in whipped cream and spanked, is that too much to ask?
I guess I'll just chalk it up as a learning experience and a lot of great sex.
They only searched every other person. But I sacrificed myself to get our vodka across the border
I walked into the living room this morning and he was there with 3 shots in a row. He said it was "tea time."
was his pinky out?
There is a man in my bed with "new zealand" tattooed on his back. Wtf happened last night?
Sometimes I feel like my vagina has a photographic memory of his penis. It sucks that he got engaged....
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