Not quite Bondage Fairies but...I should just stop typing now, shouldn’t I?
Not quite Bondage Fairies but...I should just stop typing now, shouldn’t I?
I love weird Japanese stuff as much as, well, the rest of us perverts, but I’d give it up to be in the timeline where we didn’t burn the planet down to own the libs.
Please tell me you did it during Phantom of the Opera as the chandelier dropped.
Man, this one’s got layers.
That’s the kind of dynamic pricing model that’s made Uber so successful.
You’ll rue every unkind word once we send Mark Kelly to the Senate.
...but yeah, you might want to get an STI screening.
It was high school and i had access to the entire school. Above the lighting tower in the auditorium was a catwalk where one adjusted the lights; 50 years of dust and debris and fast food wrappers were thrown in the rafters.
LMAO SAME
I don’t have any bugs/dirt/vermin dirty places, but I have done things in places people would definitely consider a kind of dirty.
I did not last one full calendar year in Arizona but I might have if I’d done meth.
The only state I’ve ever been to where I thought “I get why everyone here does meth.”
After vomit sex is funny! I met some dude off OKC and one Halloween he invited me to his house for drinks. We started making out, but then he had to vomit. I started to get dressed, but he would come back and insist he was feeling better. This happened a few times that night until we decided to get proper naked. A lot…
Enough to get me to agree to it.
I should also add, this wasn’t like... a long time in the past. This was earlier today.
(Had to make a new burner cause of course I can’t find the password to my old one)
The grossest place I’ve had sex is Arizona.
“That would be in the butt, Bob.”
Ummm......I REALLY feel like I have a good answer to this question but I just can’t quite remember it which doesn’t speak well for me.
Inside a dusty old gingerbread house at my city’s big Christmas lights display. I still remember that guy fondly, he was so adventurous! Also a Sears dressing room and in the back of a paintball supply store...both in high school. But you’re basically doing it anywhere you can get away with in high school right?
A trolley stop in Upper Darby PA at around 3am with a complete stranger. I am not proud.