its a sex-hate relationship...no love involved
I get way too drunk to be trusted with family heirlooms
I turn the corner to find her walking in the front door in a tee-shirt, two different shoes and no pants. All she said to me was "I'm sad"
we've had sex 4 times and he still refers to me as 'the chick in my chem class'
there's another hole in my ceiling...someone fell through the attic this time....
the fact that he forgave me for making out with the bartender is proof that i can fuck my way out of anything.
so I was at the house for 3min to grab my bathing suit & tequila. You know, the go-to weekend combination
i just shaved my vag. i figure it gave me about ten more minutes to drink tomorrow.
Well, it's a fine line between people-watching and boob-staring. It's a gray area. But we're in Paris. Let's leave it at that.
I'm 2 seconds away from smashing the bottle and drinking it off the counter with a straw.
We got drunk, we had raw sex and we discussed about the showrunner change in Doctor Who, in that order.
It was extremely weird and uncomfortable mid blow job she looks up and says " tell me Simon Cowell makes your dick hard"
She's kind of holyer-than-thou, like god himself came down and said "please cock block your roommate at every opportunity, and if you think she's thinking of sex, tell her she's a whore"
it was weird i started the party in just my underwear and woke up in my clothes
she bought my drinks all night, made me breakfast in the morning, and let me use her expensive hair products before i left. best one night stand ever.
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