Damn it feels good…
Now I can’t lie, when my kids are with their father, life is nothing but pure pleasure.
Picture me in the cold ass AC, lying across my bed in a wife beater and a thong, with a BRAND NEW MAGAZINE and a cold glass of Hypnotiq. There’s not a sound to be heard. Only the hiss of the airconditioner as it blows gently on my body.
My eyes shift to the right. I see my car keys on my computer desk. Hmm.. I think to myself. I can leave if I want to. I can get up, get dressed, and walk right out of that door and just, go somewhere. For real… I can do it. I mean, I can just go, outside, right now, and go OUT!
I don’t have to get anyone else ready. I don’t have to make sure anyone goes to the bathroom. I don’t have to answer a million questions about where we’re going and who we’re going to see. Ahh….LOL!
I can leave and take a leisurely drive down thru the neighborhood but… this bed is feeling so good. This air is feeling so good. I am feeling so good. So sexy, relaxing, accomplished, breath taking, I feel like a woman. I am the shit.
Damn, I needed this break.