If your still trying to figure out the moment I stopped caring; it was the point in which you said "I really wasn't sure whose baby it was"
he thanks me after handjobs.
you found the perfect man.
They turned the water off again. Brushed my teeth with whats left from those pitchers of mojitos. So hung over i dont even care.
nothing like baby laughter to ruin a masturbation moment
just got in my apt...and theres jungle juice here i left from over a month ago..this could be interesting...or deadly
I have six drafts of messages to you that just say "blood" and I have no idea where they came from.
I have too much respect and admiration for my dick to put it into a situation where he could possibly be killed
You are like a vicious sex animal persistently seeking prey
Friends don't let friends put redi whip in their wine
Idk what the interview would be like but I imagine you in a suit and tie surveying a nervous freshman and eventually leading him into a labyrinth of debauchery and clapping him on the back, saying "welcome to the fraternity, son"
I just turned down a booty call because I'm having a Star Wars movie marathon
also. got fucked to usher last night. dunno if thats a new high or a new low
Was it at least a good usher song?
do you know of a way I can die but like NOT die? like not being unconcious, just ascending to an astral plane for a few weeks or months in real world time so i can sort my issues out away from the rigors of life kinda deal, you know?
I have just received a gold-medal-deserving sext. He wrote me a fucking novel. Not only am I incredibly turned on but I am beyond impressed. He is the sext god. I must bow to him.
Fuck you bitch. You're married. You got a live-in dick at home for your needs. I still gotta surf this shitty town's bars for cock
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