What did I say to him last night?
Something along the lines of "your not here, I'm going to fuck sam. call me later babe, this won't take long, love you"
all in all not a bad night
We traveled between two mile markers in 18 seconds. Do the math.
I wonder if she has a lisp when she orgasms...
it was like my fingers were behind enemy lines
she sang that "this little piggy song" to my balls. and somehow made it work, with me only having two balls instead of five.
We woke up in an inflatable kiddie pool full of both empty and full beer cans. In the middle of his dad's office. Oh, and we were locked in. Nobody remembers.
I had to hold off a girl who was trying to check your pulse while you were passed out. She kept screaming that she was a nursing major and needed to make sure you were alive.
he kept doing his monologue, "if a vagina could talk."
Home safe. Psyche shattered. Still rolling. In love with the morrocan rug in the living room.
Count me out. I seem to have semen induced blindness in one eye.
And then he told me he was too tired for me to suck his dick. Physically and mentally too tired for me to suck his dick. What the fuck?
I'm having post-experience "why didn't I fuck her in a public bathroom" regrets
Our motto for the night: BLACK OUT OR BACK OUT.
That's our motto every night.
Probably not. Getting pulled over and puking my guts out on the side of the road in front of the cop and him making fun of me, was not my finest moment. Plus I lost my debit card.
You drank whiskey for 9 hours and did not eat anything.Nothing good was going to come from that.
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