I have a story that starts with Nutella and ends with sex in the laundry building at RIT.
he likes ron paul.... that's all i'm going to say....
He just stood there...Helen Keller and I could have had a more interesting conversation
battery dying...get laid and text me after...or during...its whatever.
Does this sound normal?...She's ironing on pictures of her dead cat to all of her green clothes...
Currently bleeding through my leggings. Not good. Not good at all.
Hospital.
I am invincible.
when you agree to fuck a guy it does by NO means make it okay for his roommate to hide in the closet with doritos and watch
the welcome home hickey he left on my boob is really gunna put a damper on the rest of my thanksgiving hook up plans with the rest of my ex's
What are you doing and how can I add sex in there
Think I pulled my pelvic muscle.
I think I pulled my ashamed of myself muscle.
We got back from Mcdonalds and literally 5 minutes of being in your room, you wanted to go back because "We haven't been yet."
I met her daughter,who I went to high school with on my way out this morning. She didn't seem to surprised. I love older women.
Would it be crossing a line if I told him that I now know his girlfriend has a huge mole on her left ass cheek?
P.s. I loved that your balls smelled like coconut
How good was the sex? She sent me a fruit basket the next day.
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