so i woke up with ketchup and a sticky boob on my face...this is a new low
Proposition. Sex. No words, no talking about it later. I just want you tonight.
but what if he tries to talk dirty to me with the lisp?
so we were pounding it out and someone knocked on the wall and was shouting at us
that didnt stop you
nope
Rent Disney Oceans. Smoke a bowl. Fast forward to the seal section. Then call me.
Hey wes just called me saying he was asleep outside by the pond at my apt complex
Can we end it on a good note at least? Can we fuck and then never talk again?
I don't think I can look at him the same way anymore after he walked in my room wearing a short skirt with a boner.
He never answered about passing his structures test no matter how I asked him. He did send a text saying that he would be "pouring alcohol into his head and balls" so I'm guessing he has to retake the whole class.
I feel like he better crank it up to level RG IV tomorrow. It's the fucking playoffs.
No fucking judgements. You know me. Chinese food vent sessions are safe places.
I'm high and dancing to practical magic. Your needs for my penis can wait.
Let's get a hotel room this time. I really don't want to sleep in a Dennys parking lot again.
he keeps various drugs in his kitchen cupboard like groceries. that is my new life goal as an adult.
I mean, if you want to light yourself on fire for maximum accuracy, far be it from me to stop you
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