the Monday before Thanksgiving is not a Monday at all. Just Thursday in Monday suit.
He told me he had an exgf. and didnt follow up with"and now i like guys."
he's been in the country 4 hours and we just did it in the closet. he called me "miss flirtatious in the cupboard." i'm in love.
she brought my homemade cookies with condoms taped to the box... im in love
I got written up at work for smelling like sex and vodka. Still not sure how they put that into professional terms.
Thank you for not boning my boss.
Also 70% sure I have a splinter on my eyelid from last night
then she lifted her dress, tweaked her own nipples, and then ordered another round for everyone. this place is wild at 9pm.
Ah. Hot spring. Infinitely less skeevy than a hot tub. These North Carolinian dudes are all class.
Yesterday we were fuck buddies and today I'm meeting his mom. That escalated quickly.
I've had my dick out in public way too much for someone my age...
Stop chatting and get in the fucking car. I didn't get my asexual ass out of bed just to watch you flirt and fail with someone you're never going to see again.
I just talked with someone about real estate trends in Atlanta then got three blowjobs in a row. Boom.
He stumbled out of their hotel room and yelled, "I'M ON A STATEWIDE TOUR. I'VE BEEN IN KENTUCKY AND OKLAHOMA."
I boned my sugar daddy for the first time yesterday and now I know why they say guys in their 40s are the best. Also I’m getting a car.
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