I learned his name tonight. This now makes him a real person. Obviously, I no longer want to sleep with him.
Ive given up on my natural charms. Im trying different accents till some girl wants to hook up with me.
If him repeating sorry while thrusting isn't makeup sex than I don't know what else is
No big deal, we were just two friends having sex. It's perfectly normal we don't remember. Water under the sex bridge,
i'm just sitting here going through her tagged pics, covering up different parts of her face to try and figure out exactly what it is that makes her so ugly.
I blacked out at the bar, and blcked in getting a handjob on a roller coaster. Sober me is jealous of drunk me.
You kept apologizing for not offering me some of your Whisky, which you referred to as "Jesus Nectar".
It's one of those days where you order the free Papa John's pizza so the delivery guy can bring you Coke to go with your rum. The tip was more than the order.
I miss the good ol days when id just come home from school and thered be a costco size box of condoms on my bed.
my parents really loved me back then.
At what point in life does one make the conscious decision to incorporate capes into everyday life? Like, as a fashion statement?
I'm not sure how to answer that. Is it a general question or one you're wondering about for yourself? Because I don't think you're there yet.
I just remember banging him and then at some point I went and took a shower and went and laid in the closet
We were cuddling in his bed and I asked him a question and followed by making a microphone with my hand and told him to speak into it. If he never talks to me again that's probably why.
She took her panties off, then farted in my general direction. I guess we're at that stage in our relationship.
The dysfunction is strong in this one.
Reminder to self: never have sex on a trampoline. Trampoline burn hurts worse than carpet burn.
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