He only uses me for sexual pleasure. The sad part is I don't even feel like a slut. I just I feel like I should just live in the top drawer of his nightstand....for free of course.
I cut holes in my blanket and put my arms through it. It's the sleeveless "Bro Edition" Snuggie.
The bender is in full force. After 2 bloody mary's at breakfast we are now drinking vodka redbull "as a precaution" so we will stay awake for the club tonight.
on toilet. in drag. drinking coffee vodka. I regret nothing.
I don't know who he was, where he came from, or where he went, but he just handed me a bowl of mac and cheese and left. It was good too.
Someone just took a shot from my crotch. I should not have to drive home
I don't remember anything past "we have 15 minutes to drink this keg."
The pigeons can smell the fear
Wtf
We did hand stand push-ups while beer bonging. Its now a thing
i feel like i am made of mashed potatoes. i love cannabis pills so. fucking. much.
Also, being stuck with my family all week has made it very clear that I need to be drunk and I need to be fucked pronto
i feel as though me waking up and asking her if i went to the hospital was a sign that i was not okay
My fuck buddy just proposed... Correct me if I'm wrong, but doesn't that completely defeat the purpose of FRIENDS with benefits?
Now you can be friends with Insurance Benefits.
she stuffed her marc jacobs purse full of cereal
classy
Angels sing when his face is between my thighs. I came 3 times before he even came up for air.
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