Hugs & Blows

Xana.

Xana is drunk. And horny, and she's laying in a bed that doesn't quite feel like hers. She opens her eyes and takes in her surroundings. She doesn't know where she is, the last thing she really remembers is part of Ethan and Odette's bullshit beach party. TMZ didn't even try to crash it. She rolls her eyes, and wants to cry.

She hates Odette. The too thin bitch who had the nerve to steal her boyfriend. Her beautiful boyfriend who was hers. but now he isn't. She wants to scoff at the gall of that no class, no ass, all shitty sass gal that Ethan is currently calling his.

Instead Xana scoffs at how utterly pathetic she's being. Why does she let herself ache over that no good two bit actor who was on that silly little show that she didn't even watch.

Well she didn't used to watch it, but then they broke up and she found herself buying every season. She watched them more than she will admit, even to herself. She just sits there crying staring at that deadly angelic face of his, gazing into those deep dark brown eyes. She thinks about him at night. She cries when she touches herself. She cries when she cums.

Maybe she's a masochist.

She blinked back tears as she lay in the unfamiliar bed. She slowly moved her hand down between her legs. Her fingers don't fill her the way Ethan used too. She wants to hurt Odette and get him back. Get him back for hurting her, and back into her arms.

Maybe she's a sadist,

she muses to herself. She is almost there. She's going to force herself to orgasm and she's isn't going to let herself cry, but then Drew walks in.