This morning I woke up earlier than I planned and was trying to decide if I was going back to sleep or if I would just get up and shower. I chose the later and listened to a little Kendrick and Megan while I was soaping up. I sat in my towel for a long time after I popped out of the shower and was on the verge of falling back asleep when I said nah let’s get dressed. Not much work, slipped into a nightgown and put on underwear. It was at this moment that something started to feel off. My brain couldn’t quite focus and it didn’t entirely feel like I had control over my body. It only calmed down when I had to organize some clothes my mother was folding for me and then when I asked her what she wanted to do tomorrow for dinner. As soon as those distractions were gone the feeling came back. This time though it brought pressure. Like something was bearing down on different parts of my body and I couldn’t shake it. I scrolled to Fet and it finally clicked. It felt like there was a large-ish object pressing down in my sensitive girly bits. It felt amazing but also why was I feeling it. I am definitely not inserting anything in myself and there was no one snoring next to me in bed. And that’s when I realized the feeling was entirely self-inflicted by my traitorous pussy. It took a bit of visual stimuli and started envisioning who might feel motivated to wreck my insides and got twitterpated. Like bitch let me be. It’s the weekend and no man is worried about me right now. She did not and does not care. She is at least calming the fuck down and thank God does not have control of my fingers because she was DEFINITELY trying to reach out and touch someone so that she could get touched. Sneaky hoe. Hopefully no one has synced up with her telepathically because if they have I’ll be hearing about this from some mustached smirking man person soon enough. I’d like to request your thoughts that she takes a nap and lets me rest too.