I woke up this morning next to Drummer…naked…AGAIN.
I can’t help but roll my eyes at myself and my apparent inability to stand up to my vagina.
This damn thing.
I don’t even bother to wake him up.
I jump out of bed, hop back into my leather pants, and tuck my panties into my purse to beeline for the door.
Downstairs, my sister is already wide awake sitting indian-style on Drummer’s couch with a ridiculously gigantic grin on her face.
My Sister: *excitedly* Did you make love?!
Me: *rolling my eyes as it’s too early in the morning for her nonsensical notions of love, marriage, and babies* No…but we FUCKED. *standing with my arms crossed and pleased that I corrected her*
My Sister: *instantly frowning, pouting, and covering her ears* I HATE that word!
Me: *literally grabbing her off the couch* Yeah that’s because you hate your vagina. Now let’s go.
My sister and I head out the door as I once again make a morning walk-of-shame to my car.
I’m always so happy after a night of hot, nasty, inebriated sex!
And I’ll be damned if I EVER feel ashamed after fucking AGAIN.
Definitely gonna end things with Drummer later…via text.
LIKE A BOSS.
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