I found the seven page love letter I had written you. I'm sorry i was so obsessed.
We did like every position then did it again this morning. Something about him being the little boy i used to make sand castles with just made it way hotter.
well done
I just love slightly exposed cleavage. Not too much to be whory but just enough to say "your kids will never go hungry"
I just had to give myself a pep talk to stop lying on my floor. Literally too hung over to function
Also got home. Still stoned. Mom was up. We made a pizza and were writing a children's book. Sleep good.
Well that's the first time I've woken up with wet jorts
You screamed "there will be blood" and punched some random guy in the face. So no, we can't go back to that bar.
He added his name to my To Do list. That's the way to my Type A heart.
Get his dick out of your ass and put on some pants we're here
Meanwhile I'm googling glory holes in Vegas
And I mean really who loses their phone in a tree
I just borrowed porn from my middle aged mother. This is what desperate looks like.
is it just me or does "lol" kill any sort of vibe while sexting?
let me just take this time to thank you again for buying pudding.
That awkward moment when you were so fucking drunk lastnight that you and your fuck buddy wake up wearing eachother's clothing covered in hot cheetos with his cat curled up between your heads meowing. Thought you'd appreciate this moment with me.
Randomize
