So he says "lean over this" which is a chain across the doorway, held into the wall with bolts. I do. Then he puts his weight on top of me to try and get it in.
It breaks. We fall.
I now have a broken nose, a concussion, and an infected, split lip. Why do I have the worst luck in guys?
There are traffic cones in the living room. One of them is yours.
We had one of those mutual "I know your on a dating website, I won't tell if you won't" glances.
We smoked a joint and talked about his parent's divorce. It was like being fifteen all over again.
You came on your own forehead. Just wanted to remind you that.
Also, I once came to the conclusion after this one boy, that her pleasure condoms are a college boys version of flowers
I woke up and blew hamburger out my nose. That kinda night.
he said he would handcuff me to his penis. thats not even possible. i want to go home.
Spending my graduation money on an abortion. Welcome to the real world.
there is a guy passed out on top of me and i don't know what to do. help if you're awake? was anyone anyone expecting someone? maybe he found the wrong room?
By the way anyone who is willing to be in the film while tripping gets free shrooms.
I really couldn't care less what she looks like. That's why The Lord Our God gave us doggy-style.
He couldn't undo my bra. He ended up breaking the clasp he clawed at it so long. We met on Tinder for God sake
I swear, I make more use of my creative writing major with sexting than I do with anything else
The gift for sixth anniversary is steel. He bought me handcuffs. Inee I married the right man!
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