I am currently prioritizing my hw by splitting into things i can and things i cant do drunk. Oh college
he used the word "rubber" i just couldn't do it after that.
he kept asking me "do you love it? tell me you love it" as I was riding him.
and...?
I told him it was alright.
thank you for letting me use your house as a brothel.
good it was pretty cute, also what would bong water do to a puppy?
My ex was here I looked him in the eyes when I grabbed some other guy by his belt and dragged him to a room
well in the interest of full disclosure I have been using a used kfc spork as a buttscratcher for a month
I should've been more social I guess. I feel bad not meeting the people who willingly sucked alcohol out of my navel...
I'm thinking about slathering myself with peanut butter and going to the dog park. What's the worst that could happen?
I tried to celebrate Halloween, Thanksgiving, Hannukah, and New Years all in one night.
I was fed cake in bed and then was pinned down and ridden till I came. And then fed more cake. I'm going to marry Brad. I'll put money on it.
He's mad about lube? You know what, don't even. I'm not in the proper mindset to discuss lube.
I'm dangerously close to tossing this whole "morals" bullshit and swan-diving into the fuckboy lifestyle.
as I was leaving in the morning with his clothes on his roommate pops up and goes 'don't you dare steal that shirt, i gave it to him for his birthday'.
His penis is the only thing worth pursuing but all the baggage attached isn't.
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