Caitlin
Wow. Just wow. That’s all.
I feel incredible. The sub drop lifted. Maybe it wasn’t sub drop—maybe it was just one of those orgasms that makes you cry—is that the same thing? I don’t know.
All I know is that I feel great now.
Starving, but great.
Every cell in my body is alive. Tingling. My body is sated, but I still feel sexy as hell. Beautiful, even.
I blink at myself in the mirror. The rug burn on my cheek is going to turn into a bright raspberry. That’s too bad. But no biggie. I don’t mind wearing s*x badges as proof of my accomplishments. If only they made those Girl Scout patches—I’d be all over collecting them.
I cup my breasts and gaze back at my reflection. My skin is flushed, my eyes are bright.
I look… happy.
Hell, I feel happy.
Which I know is wrong. I have pro
