well this feels familiar. awake at the crack of dawn laying in the fetal position praying for the sweet release of death. i think im done with jager for a while
I knew shit got real when the pinapple was gone and people were just passing around the core and gnawing on it.
Exactly, finding that perfect flask to come with you on all your adventures is like finding the perfect wedding dress. You have to feel it.
So I'm seriously not complaining - but I just fell ass backwards into a Tuesday night threesome. Sober
second attempt at shower sex: failed after the water turned orange bc of a fire up the street. this is just not meant to be
well, obviously he didn't fuck me for my strong moral fiber.
I peppersprayed myself last night. Sigh.
You lit a fire in my vagina no man can extinguish.
I was hoping for a marriage proposal... Or at least an offer to sleep in his bed.
The port-o-potty that I peed in last night didn't actually have a toilet in it. And i never told anyone until this moment.
But for real though. That weed tastes like the jolly laughter of Santa Claus.
he called me 'mate' and i had to remind him that you dont call people mate who continously make your dick hard
In between explaining the best feminist lenses for the myth of Persephone and doing vodka shots with my friends she dragged me into my car and gave me an Earth shattering blow job. Honestly I think I'm in love.
I just want him to make us coffee. And whack off into the sunset
She squirted. We were both surprised. I'm that good.
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