Slutty Holidays compilation

These past few days I've been horny as hell, it has been hell on my king-sized bed. I had wanted to order toys like I once did when I was in college in 2021, but Nah, I'm not so sure if I want that right now. I'm up for a REAL thing if you know what I mean.

I continued packing my clothes, Rosie, my sister had invited me over since I was now on my casual leave. It's safe to say that I had been working my pretty ass over the months, it's not much of a job since it's an editing firm but I'm satisfied with it, it pays my bills to the latter and I do a bit of freelancing...

Damn! My life sounds boring already, I'm faced with a bunch of fucking papers all-day and it sucks me off.

Jeans or skirts? Heels or Nikes? Tops or dresses? Purses or shoulder bags? I constantly ask myself while I pack but I'll a bit of every choice. I'm indecisive right now.

I scoff and place my hand flat on my forehead, I'm thinking about my trip in the next twenty-four hours.

I lay on my back like a log that needs to be worked on or maybe carved into something prettier than I am... These thoughts keep flashing in and out of my mind. In terms of carvings, I meant that I wanted to be hardly fucked.

I haven't had sex in three months I feel like it's almost a year, I'm falling sexually and worse off, and I have got no sexual healer. I take a look at my red lingerie, which I haven't used in who knows how long, I have several of them but my ex, Fayette, preferred this one. I guess I'm still unable to get over him, I'm obsessed with him. I miss everything about him, like the chivalrous part but more importantly, his meaty cock, I mean, he's got every girl’s dream hanging between his shanks but I stand firm in terms of loyalty, he fucked a bartender, funny enough he knew nothing about that bitch. These old memories kill me each time I think about them and so I’d rather not think about them.

I gently put the lingerie away and then I put it back into the box, who knows what might happen? I pack a little more and a call enters, I take a peek at my cell, it was my bestie calling. Gina. I take it up and answer it, I roll on my belly instead

“Waddup bitch, you decided to call now huh?!”

“C’mon girl, you know I'm over that shit you did last night. You gotta be kidding my ass for real!” she fretted

“Okay I know, yeah?! I was feeling it and that was it! Sorry girl, I'm gonna make it up, that's a pact!”

“Like you mean it?! You've said that a hundred and fucking one time Betty, just fuck off!” She cut me short and I snickered. “Well, what's up? Any hang out?”

“Oh no, I uh... I just don't think...”

“Since when did you start getting cautious?” she laughed sarcastically and I got even more frustrated. “Anyway, you need all the fun in the world baby girl!”

“I know, I just can't place my hands on the sweetest things right now. Well, Rosie invited me over for at least a week. So I'm just gonna go tomorrow-”

“If I hadn't asked, then you wouldn’t tell me, right? Is that the definition of besties to you?! Well, I’m not that mad, at least you are gonna go out. That Fayette guy hexed on you, I don't need a seer to tell me or show me signs!” she says, and I laughed it off.