Omg I def was not. I wasn't that drunk. I showed that I stuff my bra but I didn't whip my tit out.
also referred to as T.P.S. (Toddler Penis Syndrome)
the best part about tonight...knowing when i wake up in the morning his car will still be full of packing peanuts..and mine wont
He says he's "masters drunk." And if that's anything like "kentucky derby drunk" I know enough to not go over there.
I keep forgetting that I only have two nostrils.
I want to be done crawling through windows but the sex is too good to stop...but I'm running out of excuses for where the bruises on my legs are coming from.
I'm just saying, margarita tuesday would turn anyone gay.
God damn him and his understanding ways and little hip muscle things.
I just got back to our room ....neither of us spent the night there but both our beds are occupied. send help.
Basically I think I'm replacing men/sex with theme parks.
You know I base where I go on the likelihood of me getting laid there. This includes work.
Lol I'm just saying its too early for your penis, I can accept it but at a more decent hour
He showed up in a Prius. I didn’t even wanna.... So I left.
How do I sound like a lady while communicating the fact that I want his dick in my mouth?
We're pretty sure we got naked at Pride, so running the two blocks to your place in my underwear is a step up the dignity ladder really.
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