CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-Did you miss me?

ME:

-Why do you keep asking me that question?

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-Why can’t you just answer it?? Is it because you do?

-You miss me. Admit it!

ME:

-I’m busy. Leave me alone.

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-It’s okay to admit you miss me, angel ;)

-Because I miss you and that big dick of yours.

ME:

-What the fuck, Briar?

-Shut up, or I will mute you.

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-WAIT! I just want to know. Was it everything you thought of?? Serious question.

I hesitate. Was it?

Yes. But better.

Fuck yes.

God, sex with her was incredible. When she pouted before I left last night, I was tempted to stay for rounds 3, 4, 5, whatever, just until my dick would fall off.

But I couldn’t.

I know I can do it with anyone now, but… I can’t. I just can’t picture myself doing it with any random woman.

My phone buzzes with another text notification.

CRAZY MIGRAINE:

-If you’re thinking of fucking someone else to compare me to, I highly discourage that.

- Not because I will find the person, and cut their head off and shrink it, but because no one compares to me ;P

ME:

-Wow. You’re pretty full of yourself, aren’t you?

CRAZY MIGRAINE: