I've been emailing with a woman. I don't think she's into me, but we've become sorta email buddies. I'm hoping to meet her because on her profile she states she's into 'fisting.' Frankly the thought kinda freaks me out but I'm dying to see what kind of woman is 1) into that and 2) admits it upfront.
i wiped a booger on my final. end of semester present.
long story short: there's a file in the master file cabinet labeled "lube".
After we smoked, the cops questioned us but i just asked if he wanted to join our basketball team.
Well I turned her sobriety into my own personal drinking game
But seriously he was like a god with his hands. My vagina feels annointed.
Day #3 of being the only sober person at the bar. This is depression.
Not sure why, but I was running back and forth across the road. Cab hit me and gave us a free ride home.
They're not that bad of drunks, they come back to the vehicle with more stuff than they went in with, so its a profitable venture.
And then after we fucked he wouldn't stop calling me "champ". It was like I had sex with an extremely attractive soccer coach
I actually had to tell him that sex doesn't replace my Tupperware. Our relationship has reached a weird level.
Sean slept in the bushes beside my house again. Any reason he kept screaming/slurring 'it was all a bunch of goddamn lies' through out the night?
I also woke up in a bed soaked of pee and drunkenly lectured him on the dangers of chewing tobacco... weird night
I think I may have fully transcended this spectrum of life. I can see beams of light man. Down to the photons
What
The only downside is I can't stop skipping
Why does my mask smell like doritoes?
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