Discommbobulated

Arriving at my weekend destination with my crazy girlfriends. Landed in one piece. Fuck. The turbulence took this massive metal in the sky for some dips and scares. I hate flying! Focus on the end result they tell me. Yeah whatever. The hotel is too my likings. My gals wanted to share a suite, but I’ve done the college dorm crap and I’m way to snobby to divide a space with three other women. Sorry that’s who I am. I’ve grown up and I know what I want... As I dress for the night out, I slowly unpack my weekend attire. It’s hot tonight so I shall wear what I want. Not what he wants. Although I promised to be good, there is something wonderful about being indignant. The light blue  frayed and cut up cropped jeans will delight my cream colored laced frock. Should I wear a black tank or  a white one? Like always I choose black. It always makes me feel sensual. What would He say if he saw me wearing this get up? I’ll tell him when I’m ready. When he’s ready. I slide my arched pedicured feet into my four inch red bottom heels. The sexy foot attire that I save for special occasions, like tonight. Girly time. I enjoy how the thin leather straps tightly encompasses my ankles. Delicious. My girls are ready and so am I. If I could only share how ready I really am. The pain I endure. The pleasurable spankings I take while climaxing in pure painful joy. Would they still associate with me? I don’t care. One day I will tell my secrets. For now, I will enjoy my weekend with my crazy Latina gal friends. Flying high tonight.