So I thought I was slick leaving his room this morning all incognito. Little did I know I was wearing his football jersey with his name across the back... stilettos & my bra was left behind. never seeing that again
i need gas-x and some way to take back every single thing i did last night.
Moral of the story: don't get pregs or your chances in the beer league are over
He won't let me have sex with him, but feels bad if I won't let him get me off. It is the weirdest, best, most confusing pseudo relationship I've been in.
I just went to pick up my pigeon from your house. You should be getting a picture soon
You know when you can feel the alcohol in your toes? That's a great feeling.
I have no idea how I got home or why I am naked but I assume I owe you a thank you...
I'm a busy girl. All I wanted was noncommittal sex a few times a week
Jesus christ it's been two texts and we are already talking about dildos
The guy next to me in the library just got a call from his roommate asking him to come bail him out of jail...we need to step up our game.
nothing like having plan b for breakfast in a cvs parking lot before ordering this semester's textbooks
It's simple. He fucks me at his place and I fuck him at my place. It's like man of the house gets to top.
Im just an angry damaged little elf who wanders around and tries to find drugs.
What the fuck happened last night.... I woke up with a bowl half full of ravioli next to my head, reversed on my bed still fully clothed.....
After we finish having sex, he smokes an honest to God pipe. It's like fucking a big, sexy Sherlock Holmes...
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