I'm laying in your front yard are you home
Please tell me I didn't pass out while we were having sex last night... and if so I am sooooo sorry.
I woke up on my floor...
I woke up with colors of the wind playing on repeat on my laptop...
I wrote a list of all my homework due in the next few weeks. I feel I've done enough for tonight.
It's one of the reasons i'm here, along with emotional support, physical support if you need it, and power orgasms.
All I remember is intermittent flashes of being passed out on the side of the road 3 or 4 different times. And telling him to just leave me there and I would walk home in the morning.
I don't see how you can turn down creme brulee and orgasms
I am naked in a blanket sprawled on my bed eating a pastry. This is all I want out of life. Ever.
He came so hard that he yelled what sounded like a spell from Harry Potter.
I asked him to sing a song so he couldn't hear me throwing up as he was holding my hair
I immediately woke up from my nap, made myself a screwdriver and got in the shower. I know it's spring break but I'm still questioning my life choices.
I don't remember his name. I had whataburger on my mind and in my hands so I wasnt really listening
I'm literally in the bathroom for two minutes and I walk out to a random dude with his face in your tits
I should probably just LinkedIn request everyone I've ever slept with so they stop popping up on my suggested connections list
well true... there's not a real discreet way to masturbate in public
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