I'm not saying he was bad at sex, but I'm pretty sure I anti-climaxed.
You were waisted for 48 hours and the only 3 words you said were yup, sure, and michigan
Just got the test results back. All clean, Now whose an idiot for going bareback in South America for 3 months straight.
He said he wanted to go to France " just to piss in the nice areas". I want to fuck him.
Like fighting the continuous urge to sing Neil diamond "coming to America" kinda fucked up right now
I really need to create fewer "the time I was on drugs" stories for my future memoir, "my first year in San Francisco".
good luck with that
Figured out how I got so much alcohol in my hair: tried to drink my drink using my cleavage as a cup holder. Missed my drink hole and got it all in my hair
Found my id. It was in the cats litter box. Seriously what was last night.
So lets not base feelings on vagina tingles
maybe if I avoid him long enough we could skip the talking part of "we need to talk"
He called me twice and texted me at 3am. Guess absence makes the dick grow harder.
Seriously, though. As long as it's attached to you and is not a vagina, I will not be disappointed.
I'm a hopeless romantic with the sex drive of a married politician. IM DOOMED.
Freshly fucked must agree with my hair cause I've gotten compliments on it this afternoon
Come over I need help. I just almost died in an acid flashback while listening to do You Feel Like We Do off of the Frampton Comes Alive album.
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