And What Was Your Last Name?

We’ve all been there, even for a kiss or snuggle. 

It was one crazy drunk night, he rode a motorcycle, and my best friend had a couch. It just happened.

There was this bar. There was this guy. Glances from across the room went from just a look to “meet me in the bathroom”

Girls Night led to a strip club outing. The lights dim, next thing I know, the guy I had been making eyes with is banana hammocking it up on stage. A few drinks later, and I get a private show in the backseat of his car.

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Categories: Ladies Confess, Spill It: Confessions

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