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Feeling her curves rub up against me. Are her tits as soft and firm as they look? Of course they are.
Would she give me that dull, ‘Fuck you’ look as I come inside her? God, I fucking hope so.
Looks like I might have to blow off a deal or two and hit the gym. This tension isn’t going to be solved by a hard walk to work.
Three
Allana
I spent the day shopping online. I was on for like six hours, and I can’t remember what I bought.
Clothes. Jewelry.
I adore this new age. I can buy stuff and not have to interact with people.
I decide to really treat myself and order a celebration hamper from a fancy spot. Champagne, roses, strawberries, and an incredible box of fine chocolates. It will be here in a few hours.
I run a very warm bath and put on a face mask with eye treatment. There’s nothing better in this world than a bath and some pampering on a boring day.
I go over my legs gently with cream soap. They’re hairless, perfect. Recent wax jobs at one of the city’s best salons.
Even my toenails are perfect. And my pussy is a thing of beauty, too, perfectly waxed with a very small, neat ‘V’ of dark brown hair.
All this bounty, and no one to enjoy it.
I rub conditioning oil into my hair and lay back in the warm bubbles. A sappy love song plays on the radio.
Love is bullshit. Trust me, I tried it. I like money and my own company far better.
It doesn’t have to be love, though.
While I’m resting back in the hot water, I can’t stop thinking of Derek. Of him peeling off those gorgeous luxury suits of fine fabric to show me the hard man underneath.
I would love to rub oil onto his skin. Gently. Over a matter of hours…while he’s tied up.
My hand slips beneath the bubbles. I lean back in the water and let my legs fall open.
I’ll work on him for hours with the slippery hot oil until his cock is hard and straining. Push my tits in his face, almost close enough to touch with his tongue, but not quite.
Massage his balls while they’re all slippery with oil.
And finally, slide on to him and work him slowly while he begs for me.
Even though I have everything just the way I like it, I can’t come. Part of my brain refuses to engage.
The cock’s only in your mind, honey. It’s not real. Do you really think that’s enough?
Oh, if pussies could talk. Fuck, that would be awkward.
I rinse my hair slowly, scrub off the mask, and rub lots of soft cream on my face. I like to walk around naked when drying off. It’s really good for the skin.
Once I start to feel cool, I rub honey moisturizer onto my whole body, taking time with small, circular strokes.
When your body is your money maker, you find all sorts of ways to optimize it.
I had hoped to distract myself, but if anything, I’m more frustrated than ever. My clit is throbbing, just lightly, but enough to be really fucking annoying.
If I think about my pussy at all, it immediately starts to get wet. I don’t want to think about how long it’s been since I had sex.
