The shirt is mine, the pants are mine, the bra not so much
I enjoy that i have a whole shelf of clothes that I've accumulated from random sex. You know the ones you get to make the morning after look less awkward like similar to an athletes trophy shelf
he was already passed out before we got there, so i already knew i was going to like him
We call it lazy sex. We just lay next to each other and help each other masturbate. that way we can both be on bottom.
Lesbians are nicde people they do not take debit cards
WHY ARE YOU POKING HOLES IN MY 3AM LOGIC?!
He is so amazingly handsome. I just wanna fuck every shred of decency out of him.
He doesn't belong with God. He belongs face-down in a pile of his own excrement, vomit, blood and semen. Then pissed on by Satan.
All I remember is intermittent flashes of being passed out on the side of the road 3 or 4 different times. And telling him to just leave me there and I would walk home in the morning.
I woke up with flowers, a tiara & pasta salad in my bed. Tequila makes me act like a fat Disney princess
YOUR TITS WERE ON THE TABLE.
I wore sunglasses to take a shower. I might be hungover.
i saved a drunk oompa loompa he was passed out on the lawn and i picked him up figured out where he lived and put him in his bed and wrote his roommate a note
I just drunkenly emailed my feminist dissertation as a resignation letter for my call center job. What am I doing with my life!?
It's difficult when the romantic and the hedonist in me are fighting. I want him to respect me and hopefully pursue an actual relationship, but then I remember he fucks like a GOD and loves my kink. Oh, life's hard.
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