Remember, sex is not sex til both people cross the finish line. Until then, it is just a favor.
You've ruined blow jobs for me. You were the motzart of sucking dick, where every other girl is like awkward elevator music
False alarm it was margarita mix all over my hands not blood
Well, let me tell you, it was the most vivid sex dream I've ever had. More so than the Paris Hilton one I had in 05. And about as weird.
I vaguely remember walking down the highstreet with a plate of K offering lines to passers buy. I sold a line to a taxi driver.
Next person that gets my dog drunk is paying to have my carpet cleaned. I am tired of getting up to pee and stepping in dog barf.
On a lighter note, my mom and I were playing scattergories, and for "things that you keep hidden" we both put dildo. Proof that we really are related.
Went to the elf storage building to help him get his old dresser. Found his brother's stash in the drawer and ended up passed out w him on the mattress in there instead.
I'm like an air traffic controller of women. It's a very similar job. Well spaced and gentle landings are good. When they meet, it's bad. Explosions bad. Dying screaming burning children bad.
I understand, but unless there is an intervention for me being planned, i DON NOT want to talk about my life choices
He finger blasted me like an angel dude
What is the acceptable way to offer a trade of sex for a few hours of body heat?
someone stole my phone at the bar last night, naturally, it led to me waking up in the bartender’s bed
I have to charm this cab driver. Hold on.
The sex was so good we high-fived after.
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