its not stalking. its research.
You seriously need to keep doing my sexting for me. I just said something about "riding cock like a dick rodeo"
we were both as far on opposite edges of my bed as possible this morning. id say work is gonna be a little uncomfortable from now on
I found out you can't leave the bar with a drink. I also found out that pouring it on the bouncers shoes is also unacceptable.
I made him go down on me for 40 mins then pretended to pass out. I swear, I'm like a boy.
I'm hiding out in the living room until he falls back asleep. If he catches a whiff of my tits, it's all over. I just need to play it cool. Babies can smell fear
I am listening to lecture and I can hear us in the background talking about anal beads.
Would you even take no as an answer? I have a feeling you see it more as a challenge.
I am eating deep fried cinnamon rolls and I found a lighter in my sprinkles. I miss you.
In a weird way, I don't want to stalk him on Facebook. I want to find out what's wrong with him the old-fashioned way. Is this what it means to be romantic?
I'm pregnant.
The fact that this number is not in my contacts is giving me hope it's a wrong number???
I've known you for the past two years. You never kid about biology or alcohol.
I remember telling you that I think Taylor Swift has stolen my essence. I still think that's true.
The ride home was alright, we hooked up in the street next to his car after he smashed into the guard rail
when I finally sobered up enough to get out of bed this morning I went to talk to mom and forgot that I had TITS written in big letters on both my hands. I love drinking games.
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