Alex, there's no such thing as a fancy sex store.
awesome recipe for disaster- bar hopping at the airport
I gave up sex for lent.
I guess that means I'm postponing our date until after Easter.
apparently, i ordered a pogo stick last night. i can't even be mad about that.
I woke up with someone else's vomit on my ass. That's how I'm doing today.
I feel like none of my dresses scream slut the way I'd like them to
rolled over to window for cup of snow instead of leaving bed for water. that's how hungover
I really have to stop waking up in hot tubs on Friday mornings.
She took a crow from her moms Halloween decorations, taped it to her shoulder, went to the bar and made the guys buy a drinks for both her and the crow.
Our room will be decorated with my urine.
Boys that pee in my bed don't get happy birthday wallposts on facebook
What if he stabs me in the back, mid-orgasm, as I sit on his face? It'd be a miraculous way to go but that's not the point
Give me a minute. I'm trying to buy moonshine from a railroad worker named "Cowboy."
she said. She was going to, and I quote, "put her vagina inside my dick".
He wants to play improv games now whenever he gets drunk. Sometimes I just do not have the energy for that kind of a thing
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