So how was last night?
Let's just say I danced with the devil
Huh?
I'm going to Hell for sure
He is such a slut. More and more my type.
There's just this way he looks at me that makes me want to suck his soul out through his dick.
He is drunk texting me begging me not to tell my mom. Pretty sure he is about to offer me sexual favors for keeping my mouth shut. I love being the boss's daughter.
Alone. In an inflatable pool. Drinking vodka and raspberry lemonade. I don't need approval as much as I need to know you love me still.
making out was so insane. it felt like our tongues were paintbrushes made of waves and we were painting an ocean galazy
my life is about to be the like the hunger games except with penises. and im going to win.
Sex in the corn maze.....not as good as advertised.
He's getting me an energy drink and said good morning beautiful. He must sense i'm cutting him off from the sex.
So tomorrow I have my performance review with my boss who I banged. When I go in should I ask if this review will be rating my sex or work performance?
Go to the bar. Find a girl. Ask if she can cook. Tell her you have a guitar at home. Ask her if she wants to see it. Bring her home. Sleep with her. Tell her it's your birthday in the morning. Enjoy your made with lust breakfast.
Which is worse that I came in public or that no one noticed?
First. I had the strength. Now. I am the death.
I just realized I'm having shark week, during shark week.
Don’t drink the Bloody Mary - it’s vodka and salsa.
Randomize
