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 am dripping wet and slathered in glitter and banana mush. I love gay guys.
she uses eco-friendly sex toys. she is the literal definition of a hippie.
Nothing like a marijuana chart of usage in each country to make me understand math.
I'm pretty sure they had a hash wedding cake. I love college weddings.
He was handing out home-made business cards that read "finger slamming bitches since 1986"\n
There is a really great story behind the missing Coco Puffs and vodka mystery
When I see myself in tank tops and push up bras I seriously wonder why I'm not President.
Have I showed you the picture of my vagina with a little bang flag coming out of it?
Made my roommate send me tit pics so I could send them to someone because I didn't want to move.
who knew magic tricks and sex would actually go together?
He stopped me mid blowjob and asked me to take off my hat. He said it made him feel like Neil Young was going down on him.
Last time I "ran into him" I ended up with the clap and had to explain why the ladder was missing from the garage.
She's officially a Tinder poltergeist.
I just made mac at 3:10 am... My life is falling apart...
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