I looked him in the face and asked if we could stop. he asked why. I said "I can't feel it.". ...I feel bad; I should have faked.
I think the phrase "baptist college" should be an oxymoron.
I really wanna talk..
if by talk you mean have nasty makeup sex involving marshmellow fluff.. I'm down
I found a tip from a dart in my bra this morning
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Barack Obama mentioned plan B and suddenly this address seems a lot more personal
she's using motion activated glade air fresheners as some sort of early warning system
Lost my key. Fell asleep on the doorstep and got woken up by host grandma poking me with a broom.
I fell asleep to him stroking my ass calling it his precious.
Another Sunday, another 100 chicken nuggets
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He just climbed off me and used my hairspray to fix his hair. If he hadn't just gone down on me I would think he's gay.
We don't really communicate like that.
Communicate like what?
Communicate like people who want to see each other when their genitals are inside their pants.
You should not be allowed to go away on the weekends I plan on getting drunk on. I need someone to stop me from punching this guy in the face. It's simple room mate etiquette.
I hate when you actually try to sing and people think you're joking so you just go with it, but on the inside you're crying.
Dude respond to my evite. You're either coming to the orgy or not.
Sundays were made for eating Ramen pantless in bed.