she was a 2....and a legitimate 2. like, helen keller is a 1, this girl...2.
We started making out, then he decided to get naked, put on a condom, and proceed to dry hump my leg, sweat pants and all, until he blew his load. I thought this was college. I immediatly left claiming I can't sleep in other people's rooms. He didn't even bother taking off my hoodie.
he like comes into my room and is like..."can you fix my pants" and then just drops trou
I probably should have cut it off when he started putting queso on my nipples, but within ten minutes I was a self-serve burrito bar.
Actions speak louder than pants.
I need to shower. I still have paint on me from the homeless guys
the tow truck driver and i bonded while discussing our experiences with four lokos
We're playing a drinking game to 'how to train your dragon'. has it really come to this?
somehow he and i always have our deepest conversations after phone sex.
You are. Embrace it. But you are the right kind of asshole.
I vaguely remember Matt shouting something about "GET ON MY LEVEL!" at the bartender before he attempted to order a case of tequila from him.
They're fucking on the bed next to me. I took adderall and smoked so there's no fucking help for me.
Are you coming down for 4/20 or does Easter kinda fuck that up for you?
My cat just tried to lay on my stomach while I was masturbating. And I let her because I am so starved for affection.
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