Small Doughy Asian men and sleeveless hoodies with nothing underneath do not mix well.
Sounds like the climatic scene of my favorite erotic novel.
I've got to stop making out with the guys and sharing drinks with you. I'm the reason we all get sick at the same time. Sorry.
All I remember was after sex she kept trying to take pictures of my dick "for memories"
All I want to do is fuck in the bell tower before it leave this school. Is that too much to ask?
I was mid-sentence and you stopped me and said, "Yeah.. for my vaginas sake, I'm gonna need you to stop talking right now."
I slept with someone only because he got my Simon Birch impression. It was a new low.
Sex and sushi don't even sound good right now... I might be on my death bed. To my Liz, I leave my extensive movie collection and my drinking supplies. To Olive I leave my car. Cause every Scottish terrier needs a 2010 Camaro.
He ate the contents of an ashtray and didn't puke, I think he can handle drinking a fifth to himself.
We just don't discuss our relationships. It's pretty much like we're single no matter what to each other. And I'm okay with that. ¯\\(ツ)/¯
It all started with sending him a text about Spongebob. It escalated from there.
That moment when a stripper is the one that makes the two of you have to define the status of your relationship...
I was out of breath when we were getting started and he offered me his inhaler so he's a keeper
I woke up in your kitchen with my ID in my hand and my nails were painted electric blue. Dude.... never let me have fireball again.
Remember when we used to smoke out of an apple at the playground? Those were some precious moments
I had sex in the tube at that same playground once. That park is full of memories.
Leaves on the ground. Coffee in one hand and your man in my other. Lovely fall morning.
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