I am not a club girl...I am not a club girl. I am not a club girl...why oh why did I agree to go to a club. yuck
I just want to go home. Completely trashed and wasted, texted a picture of me in a compromising position from the bathroom to R. He loved it, wants to come over when I get home. Sucks that the friend I came with is insistent on closing down the bar. I quickly remember why we don't often hang out.
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Continued...
Three am visits are amazing. Holy hell batman skanky pictures and teasing texts and sultry voice quickie phone calls really get R going. No need for the pre-game this time just fantastic drunken fumbling and frisking.
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