It's not real sex if he's just convulsing inside of you.
xbox live and facebook are tricking me into believing I actually have an active social life
the girl i fucked last night woke up this morning, disoriented and looked at me, and said "oh, you're hot." and went back to sleep.
I'm just not sure how to initiate the "do you want to have sex with my boyfriend and I" conversation
oh hey summer self, welcome to endless thirsty thursdays and walks of shame.
working out is totally making me break out.. i'm doomed to forever be either a butterface or a butterbod. there is no way out.
can we meet up so i can piece together the end of my night? for instance, did i jump or fall into a plant?
Yes, I did know where her mouth had been, but frankly I think it was a lesson you needed to learn.
Hey, hey, hey, hey. This is a hurriCAN.
she slipped a pinky in my ass. Not sure if I came because I liked it or if I was terrified by it.
CSI Miami is on and the guy is trying to save this woman who got shot. By stripping off his shirt & belt. THE WOMAN NEEDS YOUR PANTS OFF TOO
You don't know true terror until you get stuck in a porta potty while frying your face off.
he gave me a flinstones gummy vitamin and was like, "ya know.. because of ebola."
He finger blasted me like an angel dude
I crawled to the bathroom this morning there were cornpops scattered on the floor? What was I doing last night?
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