Advice Taken.

So, I took your advice. You don't think I listen to you. Ha.

Now, I'm flashing as I consider my descend upstairs. All those nights on Mercury. Drunken state climbing the stairs to bed. A unhappy shared bed with a lying, cheating, piece of a man. 

I am glad I am no longer there. No longer living that miserable existence. 

Now, just going to bed drunk and alone. 😅😆

I hope I don't regret any of this when morning comes. I need a pill. And more more water. 

Peace. Soul.  And me. 

Loving me. 

Bask. Fuck. Dick you down.

 Not in that order.

It's Taco Tuesday. 

We discussed Taco Tuesday prior and didn't manage to link up. You thought I was hitting your spot and my choosey buds took me elsewhere. 

After communing, you hit my line and caught me up on the day. I sit in pain as it's ovulation week and I'm not ready to disclose my inner demons of constant pain and discomfort to you. As I sip my wine I am reminded of the prior week of my bout with COVID x 2. Fucking white party. 

I sigh.

I damn near missed the most awaited wine festival and the highs and thrills of my B'DAY quickly faded. I cringe drinking my wine, I think my taste buds are shot. You tell me to "just drink, and hopefully my high will make it worth it". I disagree. I'm not trying to get to that level, I say. It is a "school night" after all. 

I'm basking okay, I'm basking. I should have taken you up on that offer of "tucking" my ass in. 

After we disconnect, I think you had a point. You tell me since I don't want the wine, perhaps being dicked down will suffice. I sigh. 😆 Yeah. I'm not sure on that. 

But it's the beginning of a beautiful exchange of words that make me smile and feel alive. I'mma fuck up this wine and count the sheep. 

Until manaña when you grace my line with your sultry voice and alluring mannerisms. It's all ma'am and sir..... I'm eating it up.