#lpstarter

In spirit of St. Paddy’s Day being right around the corner, I am the proud owner of new underwear that says “Kiss this, it’s Irish” on the back.

“Y’know it’s kinda surreal to actually see yourself in porn. It’s also conflicting though. Would it be wrong for me to jerk it to my own material...?”

As much as I enjoy the little events our lovely company throws, the amount of alcohol involved is ridiculous. Add to it the party I went to last night and all hell breaks lose. Tequila, why you hate so much?

“Oye! you took my shirt.” Liz called out while making their way after them to retrieve her shirt.

It’s been a long time since I’ve had any down time and it’s far overdue.

This dress was far too expensive, Rhiannon chided herself as she smoothed the luxurious material of the red gown she wore. This was worth almost two grand and it was by far the most she’d ever spent on herself. Or all at once. This money could have paid Mom’s rent for two months. This could have gotten her car fixed. It could have been a hefty down payment on a brand-new car. Why, oh why, did I do this? She’d also spent far too much on her shoes. Rhiannon Jane Devine, what has your job done to you? Despite her friends’ encouragement that she deserved to spend some money on herself, she still downed a glass of champagne and leaned by the bar. I’m no better than Dad. The sound of someone approaching made her snap out of her reverie of self-deprecation and she forced a bright smile. “Hey. Look who cleans up real nice.”

"I don't need you or anybody else."

“God, are you fucking kidding me? Today needs to end.”