scott-50301738 @scott-50301738
I woke up to the sounds of the city outside my window. It's always like this when I'm alone in my condo - the only sound is the hum of the city. My blonde hair lies flat against my forehead as I sit at the edge of my bed, trying to remember how I got there.
It all comes back to me now - a long night of drinking with friends, followed by a quick stop at home to change into something more comfortable before heading out again. My oversized shirt, soft against my skin, is still tangled around my legs as I sit up and run my hand over the fabric.
I push myself off the bed and stand up, looking around my darkened room for any sign of last night's party. Empty bottles and a few scattered clothes are all that remain as evidence of our late-night antics. My gaze drifts back to my body, and I notice how the shirt clings to my small breasts. Hard nipples poke through the fabric, making me feel a shiver run down my spine.
As I walk over to the window, I can see the glittering lights of the city below, a constant reminder that there's so much more to life than what happens in this high-rise building at night.
I'm a 30-year-old woman with no boundaries and no regrets. What will the rest of the night bring?
