we didnt fuck last night. again. seriously, his place is like where dreams go to die.
I pulled out and her Nuva ring was around my dick... It was like I won a carnival game for adults... I asked her where my big stuffed bear was
it's to the point where working 2 jobs this summer will absolutely not cover how much i will spend on alcohol next semester.
Worst hangover of my career vs the return of the blue balls. Will keep updated
She left scratches down my back from her wedding ring. Her husband seems like a nice guy though, judging by the scratches it had to be at least a carat.
Why don't we skip the roadtrip entirely, save us the trip, and go straight to jail?
Vegas should really enforce the buddy system because if not everyone is going to end up swimming during the water show in front of the Bellagio.
So we just left her at the hospital. She is not ruining my Monday night
according to last night, I underestimated the size of my mouth and the possibilities of what can fit into it.
I started scrolling back in our texts looking for context and a picture of your dick rose like the Great Pumpkin in the middle of my screen.
I discovered a new stretch mark. DONE. LITERALLY DONE.
I chased him for half a mile, lost him then somehow ended up at his house. Is that still considered stalking? I WAS drunk.
I am a delicate flower. A fucked up, drunk, horny, pants pissing, delicate little flower.
Like I blink, and he's face first in my vagina.
There will be bowls smoken and not a single fuck will be given.
Randomize
