Admitting Love

1: Mystery Man

~ Monica Janelle ~

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I downed the shot of Whiskey and let the burning sensation run through my throat. Random thoughts passed through my mind as I began to think of life and all the things I've done. Reminiscing on moments of me as a teen. Dämn I missed those days, no responsibility. Now I gotta pay the bills, work, and take care of my own self, even though that wasnt soo hard.

Thank The Lord I don't have kids. They're annoying as shït. Especially since I hate noise. Constant crying, nagging and acting spoiled. And soo fücking moany. Like shut the hëll up! Don't get me wrong, pregnancy was a beautiful thing. It also gave you an excuse for doing things and messed up mood swings. It also made your 'drive' crazy!!

The clocked ticked 12:45am and I sat on the couch debating if I was stable enough to drive to the club all by myself. I was already dressed an prepped so I was definitely finding myself there one way or another. Not many people I knew would be up at this time in the morning. And I don't know much people either. I hated people. They are annoying and aggravating. They talk too fücking much and always complaining about shït they don't understand.

There were only a few people I can tolerate, and I only tolerated them for certain reasons. Reasons only I should and would know about.

I unlocked my phone and scrolled through the contacts looking for that one number. The one number I used from time to time. Her. She was my everything. She was there for me when I needed her, always. My girl. I praised her. Jenna Monroe.

"Hello?" she greeted the phone with a hoarse panting voice.

"What are you up to? I need a club buddy..."

"Ummm- " She dragged out sounding in thought "-Shït! Uh, yeaa yeaa I'll come with you. What time you tryna go?" I know this girl wasn't doing what I thought she was...

" I wanna be there for 1:15... Sooo.... you think you gonna be ready by then?" I asked sounding unsure of her being finished with her business on time.

"Mhmm, Yea Bye. Gotta go." She rushed off the phone.

Miss Jenna Monroe... Nominated 'Freäk of the year'. She taught me everything I needed to know to please and satisfy the human beings sëxual needs. I met her in middle school. I was the new kid in the middle of the school year trying to find out where I fit in. I had a couple classes with her, a couple classes too many. And that's how we bonded. We became tight like virgin püssÿ. Unbreakable. Yes we had out ups and downs and silly arguements but we overcame them. 13 years of a friendship strong. Nobody can come inbetween. Nobody.

Pouring a full glass of whiskey brought me to my mood. My head spinning with thoughts and mixed emotions. Tonight, I'm gonna be a mess. The feeling of being tipsy, on the edge of being drunk is what helped being me to my pleasure. I was addicted. Time passed by as I was indulged in my thoughts.... then 'it' came up. It, was my man replacer. I lifted up the middle couch cushion to open up the hidden compartment underneath. There it was. Sitting on a white silk cloth waiting to be used. Waiting for too long....

"I'm so sorry I abandoned you baby" I whined as I gave it a quick peck on its material. Rubber, thick, mind blowing, body plëasing rubber. Who knew just one piece of material can stir up soo much tention in the human body.

I sat there and admired the piece of work custom made for my specific wants and needs.

Switching it on, I spread my thïghs and exposed my-

Ding Dong!

"Fückïng amazing!" I groaned and reluctanty got off the couch and dragged my feet through the dimly lit passage way towards the from door. I unlatched the door and revealed the beautiful and sëxy... Jenna Monroe.