A Day in the Life of a Ditzy Bimbo

Savannah’s long lashes fluttered as she slowly awakened from her deep sleep. Her mind was fuzzy — though it always was. As morning light flooded in, she looked around at the unfamiliar room she found herself in. It was nice. Much nicer than she had noticed the night prior, though she was a little preoccupied with pleasure.

Pleasure…

Savannah’s mind paused as she thought the word. Eight hours of sleep had gotten between her and her everlasting chase for pleasure. She couldn’t stand for it, she needed sex and she needed it now. Sadly for her, the bed was empty next to her. Seems like last night’s fuck buddy was too busy to go for a round two.

She sat up and slid her legs off the bed and onto the floor. She collected her panties (if you could even call them that, they closer resembled a string) and slid them up her long, pale legs. Her heels were by the bedroom door along with her dress and purse. She slipped her feet into them and stepped into the tight neon pink dress. It hugged her skin so tight that her nipples and their piercings were easily visible. The dress had no shoulder straps and was only held up by the friction against her skin — and probably her large bolt on breasts too.

Savannah pulled a handheld mirror out of her purse and inspected how her full face of makeup held up after last night. Surprisingly, besides the black trails of mascara running down her face and smudged lipstick — both of which were clearly caused by the rough face fucking she had received — she had little to touch up.

Now that she knew she looked desirable, she found her way out of the luxurious house she found her self in. She was hungry. She needed breakfast, and she knew just what would hit the spot — a nice thick throat pie!