After going down on me he either said "there, it's over" or "there's an odor"... I couldn't hear him and was too embarrassed to ask him to repeat himself. I just got dressed, grabbed my bag, and left. So I don't think there's gunna be a second date. =(
What the hell do I have to do to get some foreplay around here? This sucks.
I think you know the answer.
How can I marinade myself in Vodka?
just bought a coffee grinder that advertiesed spacious grinding chamber...new nickname for my bedroom?
she was giving me head and that cheryl crow 'youre favorite mistake' song came on. she looks up and all i could do was nod
we were on a sandy mattress. i was wearing a sweatshirt with a poodle on it and eating a whopper jr. i wouldn't have fucked me either.
his mom found me in the closet hiding and the only thing i could think of was to sit there and wave.
Bring it all. We will have a potluck of drugs. It will be magical.
Update: we are pushing the start of day drinking back from 9 am to 10 am. Minor delay.
Thank god Shes going home for winter break, gives my dick a chance to recover from those "bjs." Youd think a senior could suck a dick by now.
I keep telling myself last night was not real, not real, not real. Then I remember I can't move. This hangover is too fucking real.
He was peeing on the back wall of a building. He would have been okay if the building hadn't been a police station.
You peed in my kitchen, while crying and insisting my floor was a toilet.
I don't need inspirational quotes. If I'm going to be motivated, it will be by anger and spite.
He was licking my ear while recommending that I shop at IKEA. I think he's my perfect guy.
Oh, and Harry Potter. We could be fuck-and-Harry-Potter buddies.
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