the stripper made me go home becuz she had to take her kid to a birthday party in the morning
I must say, I don't like the act of throwing up, but the feeling after is quite delightful
just the thought makes me want to clean my vag with a clorox wipe
She rolled a blunt with one hand...and instantly I had a boner, I'm going to marry this girl.
Home safe. Psyche shattered. Still rolling. In love with the morrocan rug in the living room.
i want to pour hot gravy all over you in bed
My chest smells like french fries. Get at me attractive men.
I just want to emotionally destroy him but also find out how big his dick is so this is perfect
It has gotten to a point where I just want to sit on his face. Less butterflies, more orgasms.
You can't just be this socially awkward and sexually frustrated and jealous as a fucking demon and be expected to stay sober.
Well don't pass out under a Swedish flag and people won't make assumptions
he taught all the little kids to ski. it was stupid hot. i'm pretty sure my ovaries exploded.
im going to smoke a cigarette and reflect on my life choices
Side note: I apologize for sex being the subject of every single one of my texts. That's what happens when you date an older man who constantly denies you sex on the basis of his ridiculous morals.
So my dad just asked, "did you leave without pants a lil bit ago?"
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