He said he wants to make an itinerary for the sex we'll have when I come home.
I bought this skirt with every intention to have it wrapped around my tits by the end of the night. So, I'm not a whore. I'm a self-fulfilling prophecy.
That would explain his violent outburst while watching barefoot contessa...
I don't care how hot he got, I can't get past the PTSD flashbacks of the first time he fingered me
sleazy september. first one with mono loses.
He told me to fuck off at some point in the night. I think it was right before he jumped out of a moving car trying to get to another bar and made Abby cry.
When you passed out on the kitchen counter she brushed and flossed your teeth, then carried/dragged you to bed. Why aren't you married?
Just turned down sex because it's a holy day of obligation, my mom would be proud.
We should go, because after those margaritas time is running out on my sobriety clock.
Yep. I'm going to buy a sex toy and a LARP prop on the same trip. Welcome to my life.
I have a sixth sense for dads free balling in gym shorts
I no longer exist. I have transformed into a puddle of sex.
Goddamn it. Hes got me addicted to his penis
He wants to pour butter pecan flavored coffee creamer on me and lick it off. I'm like, dude, gross. French Vanilla ok? Ugh.
Gave a guy a blowjob in a convent. Place in hell is now secured...
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