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Lilly

“YOU SAW HIM, he was so friggin hot! But when it came to the important part of the night, oh lordy, we just didn’t click. Not sure if it was him, me, or just we weren’t a good combination. Did absolutely nothing for my little need that was looking to be satisfied last night. Man, I sound like I’m desperate even though I’m not! I’m just so picky with my men. Maybe that’s my problem.” Simone bursts out laughing on the other end of the phone. We were clubbing together last night when I left with Lenny. “I should have guessed with a name like Lenny. Oh well, another poor guy who will be calling the sexaholics membership number when he tries to call me for a second date. But honestly, how could he expect me to give him my real phone number?” I’m yelling into my phone that’s on speaker, while I’m trying to pack last minute for my trip.

“You are so naughty. The poor staff will be wanting to find you and kill you what with the amount of prank calls they think they’re getting. Everyone looking for a woman named Lilly. Luckily you never tell them your surname. Otherwise the sexaholic people would hunt you down, woman.” Simone laughs as she listens to me tell her how I managed to get out of his place in record time after the failed event.

“Thank god I can always come home to Bob, my friendly battery-operated man whose size and performance is perfect every time. Value for my money. Well, that’s what I said in my Amazon review.” I can’t help but laugh at myself.

“Shit, you did not review a vibrator on Amazon. You are too much. Tell me what it’s called, I need to go and read this. Don’t get angry when I rate your review with the appropriate stars.”

We both have a good laugh at my ability to do wild things that my family would simply die if they knew about.

“Anyhow, I really need to run, otherwise I’m not going to be ready when my sister arrives. She will be the one wanting to kill me. She is so super organized; nothing like me who is still standing here with an empty suitcase. Now you be good while I’m away. I want all the details of tomorrow night with Zoren, and that means all the details! Talk soon, sweetie.”

“Bye, you crazy girl, be safe. I want pictures of all the details, not just a message, okay? And thanks in advance for the porn you will be sending me. Bye, hun.”

She knows me too well. Porn spam on her messenger coming right up. She will wish she never mentioned it now.

I press end and then freak out looking at the time that pops up on my phone.

Shit!

Alesha and Xavier are going to kill me if I don’t get my ass moving.

A whole shoe cupboard, shelf after shelf of my little beauties to pick from. I can’t understand a woman who doesn’t love shoes. What better way to attract a man? Shoes that grab his attention, running his eyes up your calves, thinking about your legs wrapping around him while he enjoys more than just the shoes. My biggest problem right now is deciding which pairs I need to pack for my trip.

Today’s one of those days I don’t have time to deliberate for too long.

The perfect shoes will set the mood for this weekend, so I need to choose right.

I run my fingers across the shelves, seeking the ideal pair. It’s almost like checking out a guy in a bar. What takes my fancy today?

Trips where you’re flying and need to pack lightly hurt my soul. Women should get extra luggage allowance for our shoes and make-up alone. The current limit is just ridiculous. I need my full suitcase, plus my handbag with all the emergency life essentials that a woman just can’t be without when she travels. You know, spare underwear, toothbrush, condoms, my vibrator to name a few. Just in case your luggage gets lost, you are still prepared for every occasion.

I take offence to Alesha’s comments when she says I have enough shoes that if they were sold, I could feed a small nation. I work hard for my money and these are my rewards. Along with my clothes, make-up and, of course, handbags. You can’t have the complete outfit if you don’t have the matching handbag. I like to look classy and sophisticated. There is nothing wrong with being proud of how you present yourself.

It’s time to start placing things in my suitcase, otherwise I’ll be running more than just a little late. My family takes great delight in constantly picking on me for never making it anywhere on time. Normally I figure it’s okay, but I’m not sure the plane will wait for me. I mean, it’s not like I’m the princess my dad always tells me I am. Princesses have their own plane, anyway, which I could totally go for. I need to put rich on my checklist for the men I date.

Future Date Checklist

-Big bulge… big cock…

-Brags about what he can do with the above-mentioned big cock

-Hot as hell

-Taller than me when I’m wearing heels

-Strong and muscular

-Hot as fuck

-Knows how to treat a lady

-Hot as sin

-Sexy and is good at fucking

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