I just woke up. My body aches so badly.
I have no idea what I did last night that could exhaust me such as…wait, who’s shirt is this? Where the fuck is my bra? And wait a moment, why do I have so many bite marks and scratches.
Shit. I forgot. Cute dude.
I had sex with Reese last night, how stupid. Ugh. This isn’t fair. The one time I have a good fuck in so long, I can’t remember one thing about it. My gods. My body looks like a mess having all these red marks everywhere—I mean literally everywhere.
Of course, I have no intention of hiding them. It’ll only be a burden to me once I start training for the day. As annoying as these hickeys and bruises are, I’m positive he has more. I’m quite painful to have when doing sexual intercourse.
Well, it’s probably a one time thing. I’m pretty sure I didn’t promise him something of a second round, so I’m good, thanks. I won’t be having sex in a long period of time, I guess.
Alright, now I have to go and clean myself. I wouldn’t want his excess fluid stuck on me, and I wouldn’t want to reek of it the whole day. But, that would be after I get a hold on my legs, goddamn this, I can’t stop shaking!
Ugh. Now all my little siblings are asking me where I got all my bruises. Obviously I have to lie to them and say I got them from an intense cuddle session while I was getting into the IHD vibes.
Mhm. No one can actually say anything about it because one, they know I’d kill them on sight, two, I’d probably find a way to make them feel stupid for bringing it up, and three, no one really knows who did it and where it happened.
Maybe I could pull it off as a prank.