And with that, the girl turned to walk away, the elevator doors hissing shut. What would I do now? The future was unclear, but I wanted more with the beautiful brunette … and her mom was only part of the problem.
Turning, I strode back to work but my thoughts wouldn’t settle down. Despite the whispers and sideways glances, all I cared about was my girl. So ignoring the gossip, I worked away steadily until it was time to head home. And once I got back, the drinking started. Maybe after a couple cocktails, I’d be able to simmer down and relax somewhat.
While I lay in bed staring blankly at the TV, I absentmindedly began to touch myself. There were all these things I wanted to do Laurie, and all the things that I wanted her to do to me. It amazed me at just how willing I’d been to let her be dominant with me.
Slowly edging off my boxers, I began to really masturbate while hoping that maybe the female would come knocking on my front door. She knew where I lived. I’d have let her in, and I would’ve slammed her against the wall again. I wanted to bite her neck and leave the marks the way she’d left them on me. The bruises from her actions were still all over me, a constant reminder about just how good we’d been together.
I thought about her riding me, dangling those large, succulent breasts in my face. I wanted to put them in my mouth. I wanted to bite and suck on her tits until they were swollen and puffy. Just thinking about her titties pushed me over the edge, and I erupted in my hand, spraying all over my torso and around my bed. The release was sweet, but the satisfaction was oddly hollow. I wanted her hand to be the one coated with sticky semen.
Fuck. Suddenly, my phone buzzed. It was Asher. We’d been texting on and off during the day, so I considered ignoring the dude. But my phone kept buzzing and I answered with a impatient snort.
“Yo,” was my grunt.
“Hey man, how you holding up?” he asked.
“Not too good,” I said while mopping up my mess. “You?”
“I’m all right,” he said. “Still bummed about Laurie?”
“Yeah.”
“You think you’re going to be fired?” he wondered.
“I have no clue,” I said. “Maybe. I wouldn’t be surprised.”
“Well, I have good news for you,” he chortled. “Chuck said that he could get you in for an interview at the sports mag tomorrow morning if you’re up for it.”
“Yeah absolutely bro. Thank you so much.”
“No worries. Now if they fire you, you can just tell them to fuck themselves. Just forget about this chick,” he advised. “Move on to better things.”
“Yeah, for sure,” was my grunt. But my heart wasn’t in it. Although my professional prospects had just brightened considerably, I wasn’t going to be able to just forget about Laurie and move on. Even if my time at her magazine was concluded … my time with the curvy female was far from over.
9
Laurie
I woke up in the middle of the night after having an incredibly sexy dream about Shawn. I couldn’t remember all of the details, or even where exactly we were, but I definitely remembered what we were doing with each other, from his mouth all over my skin to the heat that still sizzled inside.
Since I’d woken up very horny, I decided to do something about it. Slowly, my hand slid down my shorts and began to masturbate. I was timid at first, fantasizing about what I wanted to do to him, and what he would do to me.
The truth was I wanted his hand to be here, and not my own. I thought about how hot it would be if I smothered him with the covers and made him eat out my pussy again. I thought about how hot it was when he devoured me before. Fluids seeped from my sweetest spot as I moaned throatily, dreaming about the man.
I imagined being back in his apartment, sitting on his lap in a daze. I wanted to ride his shaft and see what it would be like to have his hands completely unrestrained. Would he spank me? Would he make me his?
Plus, I wanted the man to choke me again. I wanted Shawn to pull my hair while he did it. I wanted my vision to become blurry under his power.
Although eventually, my body erupted, it wasn’t fulfilling because my lover wasn’t here. I wanted Shawn to be with me, that gorgeous man filling me with his seed, but there was only emptiness.
Hot tears rolled down my eyes even as my body shuddered one last time. Because without Shawn, what did I have? A whole lot of nothing. Slowly, sleep overtook me again, but it was the misery of a grey, restless nothingness.