I got home and stripped my clothes. Climbing between my red satin sheets naked. Savoring the naughty feel of the material against my skin made me want to completely surround myself with it. The cool fabric tantalizing my nipples until they were taut. I laid on my back and wound the sheet over my hand. Rubbing the peak of my breasts until they were jutting and sensitive from the attention.
I pulled out a sleek black vibrator the length of my hand. I don't want to be so loose a man can't enjoy me when next I'm with one.
I bit my lip as I eyed the larger one tucked into the other corner of my headboard above me.
I decided the one I already clenched, the smaller one, would suit my desperation just now. I didn't want to wait another minute to have something inside me.
I shoved it in. Feeling the instantaneous relief of something within the cradle of my body. But I was strangely sore, and my thighs felt chaffed too. I winced a little. Shocked that I should be sore.
I haven't had a man in weeks.
I usually went to the club for that.
As I moved the small vibrator, I felt the sting of my walls being tender and had to force my body to relax enough that it soaked the bit of silicon and eased the painful friction.
Soon I was lifting my hips to meet my own forceful movements. Lifting my ass in the air to give my hands better access to abuse my pussy with the toy. Working it in and out until my body was melting. Saturating the dildo as I came, pouring myself along it like slick gel. My body quaking and my back tensing. My ass spasming up and down as my thigh muscles shuddered.
"Ahh." I sighed in relief. Thankful for the reprieve after the day spent aching.
"I need to find a man."
***
My stomach growling drew me from my pleasurable moment. I rose and entered my kitchen. Scouring the cupboards and finding nothing tasty. Feeling a deep craving for something salty I decided I needed to go get some vinegar chips from the store.
I threw on some leggings and a comfortable halter top. Heading out of the house with my keys in my hand. I locked the door and rounded to head for my car in the drive.
Jolting to a stop when I met the gaze of the neighbor.
He was crouched on the edge of the sidewalk. Looking as though he'd been there awhile. He wore a dressy white shirt, and black slacks today. His sleeves partway rolled up his forearms and his elbows resting across his knees.
Watching me.
I turned and looked toward my window to see if he'd seen in and caught me.
He's looking at me like he knows...
But there was no angle from where he was to see anything other then a white-walled corner. I looked from it back at him and found him staring unblinkingly at me.
Like seeing into my soul.
Ducking my head, I walked quickly to my car. Hopping in and flipping a 'u' rather than pass him and meet that careful study.
What's he staring at?
When I returned, he was, thankfully gone. I headed back in the house and went to bed. Only to spend another night fighting my nightmare man.
***
That was just my intent as I put on my favorite hunting dress late that Friday. Headed to the club with Susan and Barb.
I arrived last.
As usual.
They were dressed to the 9s. Pointed tipped high heels and short skirts.
Mine was a black dress that stopped short just under the globe of my ass. Leaving a long length of shapely legs to curve down into my high heeled boots. The dress was simple and strappy. Mostly open in the back save for a few loose strings that held the shoulders in place. Leaving slender muscles and a butterfly tattoo visible. The front was open almost to the line of my pubic hair. Stopping just short and bearing my belly button. The front only held closed by a tiny black bow.
The dress was specifically designed to illicit lust.
And that it does.
It'd never failed me yet.
To top it off I'd unleashed my thick brown waves, pulled back from the sides of my face, and pinned around back to send it spilling like a cascading torrent down to my ass.
A former plaything of mine had once told me it was as if I was specifically designed for every part of me to draw the eye to something else attractive. Such as my hair luring the eye to the smooth tightness of my ass, making a man want to sink right in.
That thought made me smile and long lashes flutter over my large brown eyes, as I stepped into line with the girls next to Barb's car.
We headed in, in perfect step.
"Why late today, Jess?" Barb said a bit acidly.
"Have you seen all this hair?" I gestured up.
Susan groaned. Shaking her fingertips in her cropped blonde hair to fluff it. Tossing her head proudly. "Shorten it up. Like mine."
"We don't all have your high cheekbones, Suz." I grunted.
My face was rounded, fuller. Making long hair more necessary to elongate the appearance of it. But I felt like that was balanced by overly large dark eyes with thick lashes and lips that were so fat they made many of my friends jealous and earned me a lot of admiring comments from lovers.
***
Shortly we were bouncing to the music. Jerking and spasming to the tune.
It wasn't long before I felt hands land on my hips.
I rounded and tossed an elbow into the man's shoulder. Giving him a withering look.
Rubbing his shoulder, he backed off with a hand lifted in surrender.
"I couldn't help it. Such a pretty sway. I just wanted a little feel..." He grinned a bit sheepishly.
"Not unless I say you can." I snapped.
Bobbing his head, he kept the hand up supplicatingly, as he backed off.
"It'd be nice if you could tone down that defensive stuff, Jess." Barb objected. Frowning as she watched the stranger vanishing into the crowd. "He was kind of cute."
"I get territorial about when I can be touched." I asserted.
"We know." Suz rolled her eyes.
I did eventually find a man I liked.
A man at the bar.
He was clearly relaxed. Calm. A man I could easily control for a little jaunt in my bed.
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