I had a dream last night that Anthony Bourdain gave me a vibrator.
you would have Pina Colada flavored saliva.
no seriously he was fingering me like he was really really frantically looking for a song on his iPod.
He just called shotgun on the way to the squad car.
Also I spent like 2 hours on the hubble/nasa website sunday night looking at pictures of outer space and cried my face off at how beautiful and complex it is. What's wrong with me?!
I'm in a bed full of sand, and also just took my contacts out. Whatever happened yesterday was great, I think.
My bed smells like stale sex...I want it to smell like fresh sex, I miss you.
I refrained from asking a guy what he spilled on his dick because it smelled good. Morals.
It's called being normal.
Mm. I just want to eat pancakes off of his fine ass.
No gay bar. My eyemake up looks like sex and Im using these dick daggers of mine tonight.
We need to make boob twerking a thing. I feel like that's why vine was invented
He listens to me complain and in return I send him naked pictures. It's a win win situation
Emergency thong? Check! Suspension bondage is a go!
I don't care that he's really strong. I need him to make me cum not fix my back problems
we've dated a week and made out twice. he is taking it slow. but his body is stupid sexy. just want him to stop respecting me and fuck me like a gutter slut. respect me later im not getting younger.
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