My Martini(s)

Some of my co-workers and I went to a martini/sushi bar last night, and it was phenomenal. God we had so much fun! The martinis, calamari, sushi, and a 30-minute-drive home later, I was attacking my husband. Granted, I was giggling when I first got home, which made him laugh at me, which in turn made me laugh even harder, but it was cool, he took care of me, in more ways than one. Needless to say, my orgasms are no long MIA, but my cunt feels like a POW. I don't know if it was because I was drunk or because we hadn't fucked in over a week, but we went at it hard. It wasn't a three-hour session, but God it was amazing.

This morning I'm not hung over, which I'm thankful for because I'm at work. My hubby made sure I got some toast and water before bed, then I had some juice and waffles this morning to bring my sugar levels back up to normal. I'm good for the most part, just a little tired, but I'm accessorizing with my orchid from my first martini last night sitting behind my ear. Super cute.