So the bartender just told me that there was numerous people who saw me having sex on the rooftop last weekend. +1
I don't think I can handle being a slut. There is a lot more emotional stress that I never realized.
I think the fact that I shit my pants, threw away my underwear in a frat bathroom, lost my socks down a drain in the front yard and still got laid... deserves some sort of a victory drink for myself or a blowjob for him since he was such a good sport.
In either case, seeing now as it's basically two couples, unless we're planning to have a good old fashion orgy I think this isn't going to work out so well.
I told you he wasn't attractive.
Do you think I cared? I was wiping myself with a scarf..
but it was less of a make out and more of a goodnight kiss as a "thanks for giving our drunk asses a ride home and sorry we called your bar the worst bar in LA"
There's something very strange about masturbating in a hotel room. I feel like I'm cheating on my room...
Ahh good point. I got some interesting mental pics and I'm slowly entering a "fuck it, lets do weird shit" phase sexually, but you may have already figured that out since I've been fucking you sideways and upside down a lot lately.
I know we were going to go hiking today, but I don’t think I can face reality until Wednesday
I need you to ship me a penis cookie care package.
If only I could bank my drunk hookups for a sober IOU.
Dollars spent: $83, Girls kissed: 4, Girls slept with:2, Girls currently making me breakfast: 1, Fucks given: 0
Get your ass back to America. We've got a lot of drugs to do.
Did I tell you that I told him I deleted his dick pics and he almost started crying?
I WANNA... wait, will you kinkshame me?
Nah.
I WANNA KNOW WHAT HE SMELLS LIKE
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