So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
I definitely managed to work the word "aforementioned" into the conversation.. At least I'm an intelligent sexter.
So... on the count of three, we are going to forget last night ever happened... 1...2...3
my knee is completely bruised from kneesliding into the bowling ball. bowling for creativity points was a win
its the kind of night you break several limbs and say you were lucky
I came in shy and timid. By the end of the night I hulked out broke two lamps, their coffee table, some plates, and still had sex.
If you were more comfortable around gay men, then you too could get wasted at the gay dance club and go home with hot girls.
It was like we had a conversation with our eyes.
Was it a good conversation?
It was an awkward, sexual conversation.
Blood everywhere...karaoke was nice
I told him we could fuck whenever was concurrent for both of us
The only joy I have here is being able to shit with the door open.
Someone left a middle school yearbook here. I recognized one kid from banging his mom last year.
I'm just so full of love and alcohol
Tequila. The ruiner of all good intentions.
Worst sex ever! He was a talker for sure! I was on top and out of no where he said "Oh you bad bitch?" I stopped and left.
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