Hello-ooooh! Where did my pants go?
I was dressed when I crawled pathetically into bed last night.
I was not when I woke up. And we’re not talking “just in panties” naked, we’re talking bare-ass starkers. Not only that but the clothing wasn’t in the bed or by the bed. I figured I got really hot and decided, half asleep, to strip down– but the clothing was nowhere to be seen. As I quite like the thermal I was wearing (it matches the pink/purple streaks in my hair) and the squishy comfy pj bottoms, not to mention cute the little PINK! panties I was wearing, I grew quite distressed over not knowing where my fucking clothes were.
Also. It’s eight-fucking-thirty in the morning. And I didn’t get off to bed until after 3.
Plus, I just checked the good old bank balance… I work my ass off last weekend and I don’t get paid. Typical niteflirt shenanigans.
