epic walk of shame this morning involving 2 subway transfers. I need to start sexing locally.
We convinced her the game "just the tip" was a billiards game. She was asking a couple guys if they wanted to play as we left. I kinda don't want to ask her how the rest of the night went.
he's totally gay but hes wondering what hes missing out on. Im going to show him.
no pressure.
My mom made me write an apology letter to all my family for hijacking the eggnog.
I got to find out the airplane alcohol limit, and somehow I made it through the flight.
Ethically speaking on a scale from 1 to morally wrong, how wrong would it be to give babies ambien? Hypothetically speaking.
It was all cool until he grabbed my vag and started screaming: THIS IS MINE.
It was so weird. She left to go to the bathroom and her older sister leaned towards me with a creepy smile and said, "You don't deserve her" and then continued to stare at me with a crazy expression for the rest of the evening.
That's kinky shit dude.
Mixed review. I fucked her in the river, but then we were assaulted by ducks.
I'd rather be sodomized with a fullly decorated Christmas tree.
Nothing like coaching 5 year olds with a bunch of visible bruises from last night's drunk bondage sex.
Something about finishing sexting a guy and him going "well. I have to get ready for Passover now" really makes me rethink my life choices
I just want to meet a nice normal guy that doesn't want me to taze him while we have sex. . . . .is that too much to ask for?
You know when your cat drags a dead bird into the the house as a present and drops it at your feet looking all pleased because it thinks you'll be pleased? That's what sex with him was like.
I look like a hot mess, emphasis on the hot now, more emphasis on the mess later
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