OK, it is 2:50 AM, the cab has just dropped me off. I am not able to walk a straight line, barely made it up the steps. I am very, very drunk right now, but feel happy, if a little nauseated... cum is not a good chaser for rum.
Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror is not a good idea. Lipstick is gone, wasn't happy with the way I made up my eyes before I went out, now the mascara is all streaky... my hair is awful Wearing it longer requires much more hair maintenance than I have been used to. My halter smells like cigarette smoke, I bet my skirt does too.
I made out with two different women tonight, and gave two blowjobs. I didn't plan to do anything but drink and dance tonight. I think I had an audience for the first BJ. Was it the person who got the next favor, (BJ) or was it the waitress I made out with and who fingered me oh so well to a nice hot, orgasm while we danced? I am not sure.
The woman who sucked my nipples while I rode her thigh to orgasm was a friend, in that she and I had had a brief previous fling... she called me this cab... nice of her.

Should I have done any of this tonight?

If I had brought condoms I could have gotten fucked twice tonight, or more acurately, fucked by two different men. That would have been fun. Why didn't I bring any?

I am not sure.

WW

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"I wondered, am I a lesbian, am I straight, or bisexual? Then I realized that I am just a slut.
So where's MY parade?"

---Margaret Cho