Lying on my bed, wondering about the vagaries of life, I felt like a million dollars - so good, in fact, not even the warm spunk that was dribbling from my gaping pussy and forming a wet spot on my expensive Egyptian cotton sheets bothered me — Well, for the moment, anyway. To put it blissfully, I'd just been well and truly fucked and was enjoying the post-coïtus feeling of true satisfaction.
Then my iPhone warbled, the vibration function making a sound like a swarm of angry bees as it rattled around on my bedside table. Feeling the mellow moment rapidly flipping through my fingers, I reached across the bed, frowning as my fingers slid over the smooth glass screen. Sighing deeply, knowing reality was about to take over, my darkening mood lightened when I saw who was calling. Hurriedly picking up the device, I swiped my finger across the screen and took the call.
"Hey girlfriend, how's your back pain today?" my caller inquired
"Oooh, so much better than yesterday, Danielle, and mostly due to your suggestion," I replied sincerely. Hearing the slight hesitation, I pictured her trying to remember what she'd told me.
"What do you mean, girl? Have you been smoking dope or something? Because I've no idea what you're talking about?"
Feeling like the cat who had stolen the cream, I smiled up at the ceiling. "Sure you do, Danielle," I countered lazily, "When I told you my back pain was becoming worse, and I'd made an appointment with a chiropractor."
"Yeah — Well, no, not really. I remember you telling me about the chiropractor, but I can't recall giving you any advice," Danielle said, her puzzlement very audible through the telephone lines.