Just set a new record on Need For Speed at the arcade. Had to enter Tiger Woods as the name.
I figured he was gay when I walked in on him working out to Flirty Girl Fitness.
I have only been in this city 3 nights and there are already 4 bars I can never go back to again.
Sorry for drunk singing "love hurts" to you at 3 am.
I was ready to fuck him until he pulled the "I might be bi curious" card. Now its turned into a guilt fuck. It's like he's a 3rd world child in need of a sexual orientation.
I have a feeling she doesn't appreciate me as a person. She only fucks me because I look like Harry Potter.
The only thing I regret was that he was wearing a scarf when we made out.
I just got back to our room ....neither of us spent the night there but both our beds are occupied. send help.
Also cheers for the reminder to check last night's texts. It's been a magical adventure through drunk me's thought process.
U can be a future sentaor's wife if you want. I'm happy with "closet lesbian", "tech prof".and "masters degree" all rolled into one. Drunken bar escapades pay off.
He hasn't texted me back since last week when we sexted. I think telling him I wanted to choke him with chains was a bit much for our first time.
Just realized I'm still chewing the same gum post blow job. This Stride shit really has everlasting flavor. They should totally have an ad campaign based on blow jobs.
I'm about to have a threesome at the hotel where I had my quinceañera. Becoming a woman under this roof for the second time, whaaat
I just wanna get drunk and watch Tarzan with you is that to much to ask?!?
How are you and your magical vagina doing today?
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