I only kidnapped one of them. chill
Internet sex stories have completely ruined the word sopping for me.
and he said i stripped him down, hand cuffed him to his bed post, and tickled his arm pits, and then continued to watch The Hangover.
I'm reciting my presentation (beer in hand) on the porch to a snowmen audience.
There's always the 'not have sex with the drunk girl I just met at some party' option.
That was the plan but Tequila showed up at the party too.
dude, i turned on the light and asked if they were ok and they STILL didn't stop. Most determined sex EVER.
Why do the people I hook up with still exist after we're done?
Matt says that there are strip club auditions in our living room and he'd like you to audition.
Are you texting, crying and driving?
And missing part of my eyebrow. Correct that is the description one would give of me at the moment.
never stay at a party until 5am. even if it's because of daylight savings. we ended up having to watch porn with the host's dad...
don't worry, i'm not mad. i'm just angry. and furious. and about to set your ass on fire.
he's such a nice guy...he deserves a bigger dick.
I'm currently using a band-aid to cover my bar stamp from last night while I ask my professor for an extension. That's a sign of getting more responsible, right?
Idk what's worse.... Yesterday not waking up in my bed or today waking up in the hello kitty gown.
I put on a face mask and masturbated for an hour... my face now has a green tint
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