I feel like I'm in dance class right now
i hate having sex with him only a few drinks in. i like it better when i cant remember the gory details.
you might get a letter about the baby you put in me. i was mad when i sent it.
why does he think he needs to feed/take me out to get some ass? we are at a bar wasting my fucking time
Not really fighting over the same girl. He takes her out to dinner and then I come over and fuck her. We've worked out the perfect relationship.
He moved away. I mourned his dick all of Sunday. I feel a little better now.
I cant do that to my vagina yet. its my prize posession.
We'll talk about this tommorrow when I'm not mistaking my fingers for French fries....
I'm pretty sure I have enough material at this point to start a blog called Guys I've Banged in Pictures together. Why does this keep happening to me!
you know that feeling on acid where you think the world stops just to fuck with you? That's what it felt like.
I just spent 5 minutes saying how beautiful you are and you come back with dont get fat cause you have weird nipples.
She rode me like a jockey on that tiny couch. Then we spooned.
Just come home. We will have sex and Taco Bell. I'm feeling wild, I put on temporary tattoos.
I couldn’t resist. He had a camouflage condom. You know I love a man in a uniform
I'll talk to you in a minute. Gotta put my peacocks away
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