so i was dancing to the glee soundtrack with highheels. i tripped. and the dildo fell on my face. i dont know what happened.
I'm taking last night back. It officially didn't happen. Tell your friends.
He thanked me for being "his little blond pogo stick last night". Good thing?
Occasionally I curse my inner 15 year old when I'm fulfilling their dreams as a slut, but I roll with it.
I just got back to our room ....neither of us spent the night there but both our beds are occupied. send help.
I swear I can feel something in my uterus. Like, I can feel his sperm searching for an egg. Wtf...
I'm high and dancing to practical magic. Your needs for my penis can wait.
I've decided that it's a bad thing. But I've also decided that I don't give a fuck.
So I'm getting really old. I feel asleep for a booty call that I initiated. The struggle is real.
I am so sorry. Not sure for what, but whatever I did last night probably merits an apology, so I'm covering my bases.
March Madness means a buffet of emotionally vulnerable dick at the bars almost every night. So yeah my vagina and I are big fans.
I recall trading my iPhone watch for a carton of Marlboros.
I hate him but I love him for what he does which is me
This past week everybody of fb either got rings or semen. All I got was Covid.
We should write a country song: “Blacked Out on a Sunday”
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