Devotion

I decided to cancel the Clown Momma slumber party in favor of sleeping in my own bed after a long night at work and finally shaking off the remnants of this blasted cold I've been plagued with. Took a rain check and bundled off to bed after a hot shower.

1:30 A.M.
Ring, ring.

It was Bruh. She was drunk, disoriented, and having some sort of nervous breakdown in concerns to me. Was convinced I was going to up and leave her, and that her evening out with friends had confirmed that. She said she needed to see me immediately, but I vetoed her coming to get me because she was ridiculously intoxicated. She belligerently said that she was going to see me one way or another, and that if I didn't find another way to get to her, she was going to drive anyway. So Shakesqueer, being the amazing friend that she is, drove me across town to Bruh in the middle of the night.

When I arrived Bruh was halfway passed out in the guest bedroom with a hickey on her neck. I had heard about the hickey and decided in light of recent events that it would not be exactly democratic of me if I was to get angry about it, especially as she didn't fuck the girl. So I tucked her into bed, listened to her blubber a little while, and let her hold me in a death grip all night. Sheesh. Women. Bruh's feminine side comes out every time she's drunk.

But on the bright side... we had great sex this afternoon before I left. Still didn't get off (I almost never get off in day sex) but I NEEDED that. Mmmmm, penetration. I still need about twelve hours more (I'm talking all night fuckathon) but it was a nice appetizer.

Love,
The Sapphic Southern Belle