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Percy
Saturday 2:17 Pm
Irun my fingers through my hair, tugging at it gently as I pull it back into order.
These flashes of last night just keep coming. It’s all happening so fast, but in such great detail that I don’t know how I’m supposed to handle myself.
I can see Sammi, Becky, and Mysti waiting for me at the stoop. But rather than going right to them, I turn back toward the door. Inside, I approach the woman running the brothel.
“Could I use your restroom? I’ve been holding it for hours.”
“Yes, absolutely. It’s just across the way, over there,” she responds, pointing right past the place I shagged my mystery man.
“Thank you.”
As I pass by the window, a chill rolls down my spine, and I exhale slowly, still processing everything I just saw before my own eyes.
It was all so real.
The touching. The kissing. The sex. There’s no denying it happened.
I’m thrown right back into the memory, seeing flashes of everything in my head as I walk across the room.
As I snap back into reality, I quiver. I think back hard to last night, trying to remember my mystery man’s face. It’s all a blur.
I just remember that phenomenal cock and how he made me shudder at his touch.
I sigh in frustration, wishing I could confront him. I desperately need to know what happened last night, and he seems to be the common link.
I can’t imagine that I’d have married this guy last night unless we had some entirely insane connection. I know myself.
Or at least I thought I did.
I walk into the restroom, locking the door after I entered. I put my hands against the edge of the sink and give myself a good hard look in the mirror.
Sweat. I’m fucking sweating right now.
I really need to get my shit together.
I turn the faucet on and let water on to my hands, splashing it against my face.
Staring into the mirror, I reach down for a hand towel and pat my face dry before letting myself out and returning to the front door of the brothel.
“Thank you for your help,” I tell the woman as I exit.
She watches me as I walk down the steps.
As my gals come into view, now down the street, I make my way over to them.
I have so much to fill them in on.
I walk, thinking all over it again.
It’s so much to remember. God, there’s so much to explain.
How can I spare them the slutty details while still getting the point across?
