Just mADE A PArabola og urine
i fucked some guy last night. i called him nick jonas by mistake. i'm 24.
we black-lighted her bedspread and it looked like a jackson pollock painting.
Pretty sure she's used to bigger guys. She kept slipping off while on top. like, constantly
Proposition. Sex. No words, no talking about it later. I just want you tonight.
His drunken night ended with a "car accident" which really meant he was stuck in a toy car and pushed down the steps.
with your vagina and my liver, anything is possible
I'm convinced that college is the only place where one can have an existential crisis over what sweatpants to wear
In case you're keeping score at home, this is Brad's SECOND Doritos-related trip to the ER.
He wants to hookup..at the fair..this is our chance to leave him stranded with no clothes.
This cabbie knows where I live. Both awesome and weird.
I just started talking about my sextoy because I wanted things to be normal again.
I have what looks like a rubber stamp mark on my cock from last night that says "Magic Marla Approved" Do we know a Marla?
We could have mediocre awkward sex or mediocre stunted/awkward/uncomfortable banter. The possilities are relatively finite
hey sweets how's ur crotch today?
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