i feel like a thai whore the morning after the navy left.
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 have a question, if it paid really well, like ridiculously well, would you be a restaraunts under the table resident blowjob girl?
Bruises. Everywhere. Table sex is dangerous
I shouldn't trust a guy I just met with the pull out method. That's a big responsibility.
He makes this seasoned whore feel like a novice. I've met the one.
You made out with a guy who refers to his cock as "rafiki." Are you proud of yourself?
Me and allie were just offered cocaine by a strange man in a women's bathroom. Why have I not lived in Austin my whole life?
The heart of my unhappiness in my job is that it's not a place where coworkers and I can draw dicks on everything to amuse each other
I live vicariously through you. No one mistakes me for a hooker anymore. I look like a stay at home mom of three. On bad days of four.
You've never sent a girl a dick pic?
Call me old fashioned
last night we were hooking up when all the sudden he just murmured "mm blonde". i don't know what to think about this situation.
My book, "How to Live With a Huge Penis" was delivered today. Can't wait to read it in public.
Yeah. I woke up in an awkward three way spoon with him and his sister. Tequila!
He took me home and by the time I woke up after catching up on sleep I realized I accidentally put on one of his fiances socks. whoops.
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