i don't remember it, but i know we had sex because my stuffed animals were facing the wall
Listen. I'm a changed woman. I have no problem using him for sex.
Im just a social blackout drinker.
No. My vagina is not the scapegoat for your poor decisions.
I performed "get broken glass out of my shoulder" surgery last night... Drunk, with a what-a-burger straw.
Can you think of a sexual word rhyming with snorkel?
He put his name in my phone as David Hot Guy With Tattoos and I fell in love because that's what I was going to change his name to anyways
Neither a grow-er nor a show-er. More like a no-er. If he didn't have testicles, I'm not sure you could tell he was a male, even standing there naked. There will be no second date.
Apparently he got pepper spray on his dick. So he's a literal fire crotch.
I was in a competition with shots tonight...shots won.
Plus he is a pilot so I could give him flight dome
I'm so glad I can be everyone's guide to the world of fucked up kinks
Just a little. Like do I say "hey I'm the girl that's fucking your son, nice to meet you"
Looks like it rained condoms in my room last night
I love how we can bond over the fact that we're the only ones who think the guy I drunk hooked up with looks like Voldemort
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