We walked because you started screaming when you finally realized he wasn't Ben Bailey and it wasn't the Cash Cab.
No see this is how It goes: guys will fuck virgin girls. But girls don't really want to fuck virgin guys. So you're good have no fear.
so it turns out that "condoms galore" does, indeed, come up on your bank statement
Internet sex stories have completely ruined the word sopping for me.
He told me to pick a safe word. I said 'cactus' and he said I wasn't taking this seriously and that I wasn't cut out for s&m.
We had sex in the bathroom. Then he told me I could watch him pee.
I'm now at that point where it just feels natural to do a few shots of whisky with breakfast and then head to work
The best revenge is living well. Or pooping in his sunroof. Either or
Two options. One, you listen while I freak out. Two, we have mediocre to awesome car sex and don't talk. Either way, I'll be there by 7
In a bar surrounded by couples hooking up. I'm just staring at one. Not drunk enough. Come save me.
I climaxed at the same time the bass dropped. I think it's safe to say I've reached enlightenment
I have a cat for love and a booty call for sex. What else could I need?
Yeah you were fine except for when you peed under the bar
Then he asked if he could pee on me and things really went downhill
You told me I got kicked out of the bar for lipping off to the bouncers... what shocked me the most was that I made it to the bar
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