I’m sitting in the bar with my homegirls. Out of nowhere I get a text message come through saying “Come over I miss you” In my mind I’m indecisive. I missed him too, but I was honestly tired of him playing with me. Pushing those thoughts from the front of my mind I replied “Come pick me up from my house when I leave the club.” I could feel the urge to call and change my mind, but my coochie had other plans. My friends begged me to tell them who I was going home with at the end of the night. And I wouldn’t bulge. Fast forward to 3 am. I sent him a picture of my pussy with my toes in my mouth. He called ten minutes later saying he was outside. Damn I thought. I threw on a dress and some slippers and headed out the door. We made love that night. Who would’ve thought that would be the last time.