So the last day on the vacation I woke up in the bath tub. My mom said she asked me during the night what I was doing and I said, "swimming."
so basically i'm the" little sister", he's the "big brother" and we just fucked
there's nothing like that first "just failed out of my program" beer
i don't think it's normal to still be missing spring break.
tolerance is too high. going on a liquor strike. ghandi style.
This is all my moms fault. She shouldn't have encouraged my weird fascinations as a child
I wonder if her husband knows I have my own drawer at the apartment
you are dancing on the line between undergrad and alcoholic.
Go forth my little lesbian, get your gayme on
the liver wants what the liver wants
The hint wasn't even a hint. it said "stop talking to her" that's pretty straightforward
I'm scrolling through our convo thread and all we talk about is pizza, alcohol & dick with the occasional "I miss you" thrown in.
You used a fucking bud light like as lube last night. I'd get a UTI test like stat.
He responded to all of my texts prodding for dirty talk with "I will do anything you are comfortable with."\n\nChivalry is great, but being comfortable doesn't get me wet.
I I was gonna wake him up with a blow job but I don't know how he would feel about it.
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