A big part of growing up is learning how to tastefully stare at women
She invited me to an Eagles game, I mean that is almost better then if she told me she could only function with large amounts of semen in her system at all times.
she was talking to me but i could help but stare at the extremely long hairs on her boobs. then she says, "your looking at the hair on my boobs aren't you"
just once id like to meet someone on craigslist who isnt fat
Its as if he has to do the exact opposite of what I tell him. Don't come in my eye, pfshh it's in my eye. Don't come on the cat, pfshh it's on the cat.
the thought 'we cant do it, we're in a public place' crossed my mind, and then I realized he's succeeding if he's trying to domesticate me.
elevator sex. pronto.
I just realized I turned down a booty call too. To make cheesecake. God help us all
I can HEAR him staring at your boobs.
Nothing says "Good Morning" like Jell-o shots and coffee cakes.
I've been up for almost three hours and it took me until JUST NOW to figure out that what I'm tasting isn't blood, just the minerals in the water. Fuck hangovers, man.
I haven't received a dick pic from him lately. He's not even my boyfriend and I'm concerned. I hope he's alright.
His buddy came running in the room after we had sex, and started "sponging" the sweat off my forehead with his sport wristband.
I've grown it out to 70s proportions. I'm calling it my chastity pelt.
Whoever said it shouldn't take a man to make you happy clearly wasn't having sex everyday.
As she came, she moaned Roll Tide. I kid you not.
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