So im pretty sure the object of my emotional onterest is tired of playing with me....
So i wrote 'don't sex me' on my stomach, so that if we got to a point where my shirt is off - he would know how i really feel, not just the alcohol talking
how did that work out?
Well, all the water washed it off, so we ended up fucking since i didn't have my reminder...
I've taken to hiding pictures of us around his room so that he'll forever feel guilty for dumping me on Valentine's Day... And to potentially cock block any hook ups.
I just keep sniffing it hoping for an explanation.
It's cheaper then a lap dance and you get your hair cut.
I drove 5 hours to see her. She thanked me by getting shitfaced, inviting her boyfriend over, and making me sleep on the couch after I cooked for them and did the dishes. You're right. I'm a fucking doormat.
We had three bowls going. It was a tri-bowl tournament. Harry potter shit.
Hahaha wear something that says i'm here to party but wont go farther then a handjob.
He called us the '3 Amigos' and told us if hos ex wife came we had to jump the porch railing and hide in the bushes.
I think my penis runs off weed. I haven't smoked it 3 days and I have no sex drive what so ever
The ONLY place I sext is in my anatomy class. It's an amped up level of playing doctor.
falling asleep on a hardwood floor changes a person
Did we just second hand smoke crack?
If my vagina was a person it would have a bandage around its head and it's arm in a sling rn
he high fived his dick after we had sex
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