My brain says no but my pants say off.
He can't get past my hymen. At least that's what he said it feels like.
I call it my summer of slut; except summer lasts from May until December. It's been incredibly successful
I mostly enjoyed dancing with him because his boner was scratching my bug bites.
I have officially had sex in every room on my floor. Don't say I'm not an amazing RA.
It's hard being an adult. And by that I mean it's hard to tell the boy you like who rejected you that you can't share a room with him at white party because you don't want to see him bang other boys.
he threw up in a solo cup, then washed it out and used it to play flip cup. Im not sure if thats resourceful or disgusting.
Old men love us. For they have fine taste and disturbing minds.
So... Really random... You know we only exist cause Dad misspelled 'perseverance', right?
Making a mobile stripper pole for the back of my truck memorial weekend. Is where dignity goes to die
You're right. Cause really... I'm in the back of his head. Even though what I said was better than "I have herpes"... I did once say that to him. So I'm like a reoccurring nightmare.
This is the fifth time tonight that girl has taken off my pants. Take me home. Now.
got the runs at the club last night. wondering when it'll be safe to show my face again.
She's wear your skin crazy! Is it wrong that I'm gonna fuck her 1 more time though?
I remember waking up on the bathroom floor and seeing my teeth behind the toilet
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