I sliced my fucking arm open last night after margarita madness and had to drive myself to the ER. Got six stitches and a social worker came in and asked if I was abused due to my sex bruises. I literally had to tell her "don't worry, I like it rough"
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At which point you indulged in a drunken, drugged, S
Its always fun to try and remember which marks were from fucking or fighting.