southern_slut
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It all began with a knock at the door, a smart tap that meant business. With a hearty sigh I allow my face to fall into my hands as I debate answering the door or not. The lipstick and eyeliner from last night are still on my face as is the slinky blue dress I wore to the bar. Despite my best efforts I came home alone and very drunk. Now hungover I waddle my way to the door and inhale sharply. Tall for a woman, 5'9" with hourglass curves and full C cup breasts. My recent hair cut turned my strawberry blonde cut into the below the ear style made famous by the Kate woman with her eight kids. I stop long enough to kick off my wedges and take a deep breath. I'm every inch the under slept and over worked mess you can imagine myself to be.
"Maybe it's a vacation..."
I slowly open the door and the bright lights of the early morning fill my eyes and temporarily blind me. Allowing myself time to adjust I take in the entirety of what I'm seeing and pause with my hands fluttering in front of my chest.
"Maybe it's a vacation..."
I slowly open the door and the bright lights of the early morning fill my eyes and temporarily blind me. Allowing myself time to adjust I take in the entirety of what I'm seeing and pause with my hands fluttering in front of my chest.