But i just feel like he will pull it out and ill panic. I mean its fairly basic. Up and down. But i feel like ill just freak out.
seriously this is one of those moments where im glad i dont really talk to or know the people i sleep with
Well said.
If there's ever a time when I've matured to the point that I don't want to look at camera-phone-titties, go ahead and bury me in a shallow grave by the railroad tracks.
Thinking about bringing a vibrator to the tanning bed...kill two birds with one stone right?
I love drunk self when he leaves a prepacked bong for the morning... in the bathroom.
I have to be home in time to watch my friend on that Lifetime show about having babies. And by friend, I mean the girl I had a lesbian experience with at a party 3 years ago.
Grad practice is like a live scrapbook of my drunken sexual encounters
Wedding cake is always the best dance partner. In the corner. With a jack and coke. And while I'm crying. Listening to "Almost Paradise".
I have a cut on my head from a tambourine.
The hypnotist is here. He has a black eye and smells like tequila.
Apparently after awhile self preservation trumps libido. This is new news to me.
P.S. I just made up pleasure scepter for the purpose of that last message.
2013: the year of legs covered in hair and pregnancy scares.
How are you and your magical vagina doing today?
so you can go out and drink with me then fuck me, or you can come over when i get home and fuck me, or you can come over before and fuck me, or you can come over before and after and fuck me... so many fucking options
Randomize
