ohhh my god. this party should be titled "my hookups of summers past" be expecting some good stories tomorrow
I have realized now that neither the top nor bottom of a bunk bed is safe for sex....
Lauren she was gnawing on a dresser. Gnawing. On. A. Dresser.
Wow just saw this. Nothing like a little anal sex to ring in 2012.
And now she's hand feeding me pork rines and showing me her angry birds high scores. This is Vegas.
He gave me such a powerful orgasm I blurted out I love you. This is why just rebouding out of a serouis relationship is awkward.
Like do you realize his dealer came out with a gun and we laughed like it was all just fun and games...
It feels like one of my ribs evaporated.
did you just say you're too stoned to fool around? okay we're over.
I thought it was improvement but then i realized sex isn't an emotion and I hate everyone
And I'm glad you're waiting to invite him over. he may have a weird penis thing and then dinner becomes awkward.
Major life highlight, she said my dick taste like coffee.
I believe the question is can one ever have too many vibrators?
I've made this amazing blanket/pillow cocoon combo and I am set for life in here.
I need to be her Aladdin, and show her the world. The sex world.
I shit like a lady though so that rarely happens
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