marielmia

Mariel is MIA
2018-11-17 07:12:44 (UTC)

Feelin' wicked

So last night, instead of the comedy club, we all went to one of the girl's place for wine and weed. I much prefer weed, especially since i felt like i was moving a bit fast. i'm still in control, but i can see the line ahead. i know if i get too close, i may cross it and not know it. That's a scary though. Well, fuck it.

Anyways, when wine, weed and single girls mix, conversations can be pretty crude. Last night was one of those nights. Seems everybody wanted deets on FedEx guy and his roomie, Jermaine. While i felt the heat rise in my face, i don't think i gave myself away and thankfully one of the other girls has a full critique of FedEx. Man, could we be petty. Problem was, she hit all the high points and i could feel my bottom swell as she described her ONS with him. Now being high gives me excuses to be funky, so next time i went to the bathroom, i checked myself out but wussed out from completing the task. When i got home, no excuses and had a couple hour marathon with myself. i finally drifted off to sleep and woke without the alarm.

Yoga class at 10. Tho my head is clear as i write this, i still have the itch. Yoga with my metal plug inside? Only i'll know. Feelin' wicked!




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