I got cheated on by Adrian, my ex-boyfriend. He cheated on me four months ago, and no—I haven’t been “loyal” or “healing” or whatever the fuck people expect after a breakup. I haven’t had dick since two weeks ago. Healing era my ass.
Adrian was attractive, sure—but he didn’t know how to fuck. Dead serious. The sex was trash. I don’t even know why I dated him.
Oh wait—yeah, I do. Because my mother wouldn’t shut the hell up about me “needing a man in my life.” According to her, a woman without a man is lost. Meanwhile, I had plenty of men—just not for more than one night. And she definitely didn’t need to know that.
So I pulled Adrian just to shut her up. But now he’s gone. And honestly—fuck men. The only good thing about them is their dicks.
Wait—no. Some of them don’t even know how to use them.
What I really need is someone who matches my energy. A man who’s a sex addict like me. But he has to know how to fuck. And I mean. really fuck.
Anyway—tonight I’m going to the club with my two best friends: Dominic and Anayah. They’ve been riding with me since forever, and they already know the mission tonight I'm getting laid . It’s been two damn weeks and honestly? That’s impressive as hell coming from me.
I’m wearing a black dress that hugs my body just right. My curves look good—like stop-and-stare good. I don’t like wearing a full face of makeup, but I do wear lipstick and mascara. Anayah says lipstick and mascara “don’t count as makeup,” but I say it does. If it changes your face even a little, it counts.
And if I’m not wearing lipstick, I’m wearing Vaseline. I love Vaseline—keeps my lips soft, especially when they’re… busy.
I’m singing my heart out to The Weeknd when Anayah’s name pops up on my phone.
“Hey bitch, we’re outside,” she says.
“I’m on my way,” I say.
“Hurry up—Dominic won’t shut the fuck up and he’s getting me mad.”
“All right, jeez, I’m coming down,” I say and hang up.
A few minutes later, I step outside and get into Dominic’s car. I slide into the backseat since Anayah already claimed the front.
“The fuck took you so long?” Dominic says as he pulls off.
“Shut the fuck up, it was only seven minutes,” I say.
“Well seven minutes is a lot. You wasted seven minutes we could’ve been in the club,” he argues.
“Shut the fuck up, Dominic,” Anayah snaps at him, then turns around to me. Her eyes are already wild with excitement. “Bitch—we are getting fucked tonight.”
“I fucking hope so,” I say, laughing. “It’s been two weeks.”
We both scream and laugh like absolute whores—but happy ones.
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