condition, and I don ’t want to go completely bare down … there , but a little strip seems sexy to me.
Arriving home, I start to rummage through my closet. Since he mentioned liking my legs, I choose another dress that falls just above the knee. My new bra and panties will look good against my olive toned skin, and the red dress goes well with my green eyes. I feel giddy like a teenager—excited and terrified.
I’m totally overthinking all of this.
Now that I have everything laid out, I will try and get some work done before getting in the shower. I also have to call my crazy friend Janette. She’s never going to believe what I’m doing tonight. I should have told her sooner, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure I was going to go through with it. I wanted the decision to be purely my choice and Janette would have pushed me into it regardless. She’s a total nympho and has more sex than most men I know.
Janette is a tattoo artist who lives a fast paced life. She’s covered in tattoos and has hot pink hair. We’re complete opposites, but we’ve been best friends since grade school and I love her to pieces. I send her a quick text telling her a little about tonight before getting to work.
I flip open my laptop and dive into Dawn’s manuscript. Her writing’s very lyrical in this story and I’m really enjoying it. I’m not quite sure where she’s going with the plot but so far I’m intrigued.
My phone buzzes.
Janette: What’s up, hooker? That text you sent was sort of cryptic. What’s going on?
Candace: Who’s calling who a hooker? But after I tell you what I’m doing tonight, hooker might be a pretty good description of me. LOL
Janette: WTF? I’m calling you.
My phone rings immediately. “ Hello, ” I answer , half laughing.
“What exactly are you doing tonight?”
“Having sex with the hottest man I’ve ever seen, that’s what.”
“Candace, are you fucking with me? What hot guy?”
“I met him online.”
“Oh, my Gods!” She shrieks into the phone so loud I have to pull it back from my ear. “Spill bitch. Where online? Where’s a pic? I must see this guy. Oh my God, why am I just now finding out about this? I am so excited for your vagina.”
I shake my head. I knew she would love this. Slut. “I came across this website called Sex Unlimited dot com and I kind of created a profile on it. It’s a no strings attached matching site for singles.”
“ Well , hot damn! And I thought I was the slutty one.” She breaks out into laughter. “This is so great, Candace. You need this. You’ve been a hermit the past twelve months and if anyone deserves some mind blowing sex it’s you. So tell me all about Mr. Hotness.”
I go over everything that has transpired up until now and I can almost see her bouncing up and down happy for me. Dork.
“You have to call me as soon as you get home tonight. God, I hope he doesn’t have a small dick. That would be tragic. And text me his profile pic. I wanna see.”
“You’ re terrible , you know? Just bad. James didn’t have a big one and the sex was good.”
“Oh, Candace, I really hope this Brisban dude has a big one so you can see what you have missed out on all your life.”
I laugh. “You’re awful. I’m sure that a man of his size has plenty to be proud of down south, but I’ll let you know.”
A fter editing over three thousand words, I put my laptop away and hop into the shower. It’s 5pm. In three hours, I’ll be at a hotel with a guy I barely know. This is a mid-life crisis if I ever saw one.
Imagining his hands on me causes me to flush. My nipples are hard and I feel the need to touch myself. I haven’t done that in a long time, but I need the release right now, so I let my hand slide down over my soapy flesh to my clit and start massaging it in circles. With my other hand, I push one then two fingers inside myself to
Arriving home, I start to rummage through my closet. Since he mentioned liking my legs, I choose another dress that falls just above the knee. My new bra and panties will look good against my olive toned skin, and the red dress goes well with my green eyes. I feel giddy like a teenager—excited and terrified.
I’m totally overthinking all of this.
Now that I have everything laid out, I will try and get some work done before getting in the shower. I also have to call my crazy friend Janette. She’s never going to believe what I’m doing tonight. I should have told her sooner, but I wasn’t one hundred percent sure I was going to go through with it. I wanted the decision to be purely my choice and Janette would have pushed me into it regardless. She’s a total nympho and has more sex than most men I know.
Janette is a tattoo artist who lives a fast paced life. She’s covered in tattoos and has hot pink hair. We’re complete opposites, but we’ve been best friends since grade school and I love her to pieces. I send her a quick text telling her a little about tonight before getting to work.
I flip open my laptop and dive into Dawn’s manuscript. Her writing’s very lyrical in this story and I’m really enjoying it. I’m not quite sure where she’s going with the plot but so far I’m intrigued.
My phone buzzes.
Janette: What’s up, hooker? That text you sent was sort of cryptic. What’s going on?
Candace: Who’s calling who a hooker? But after I tell you what I’m doing tonight, hooker might be a pretty good description of me. LOL
Janette: WTF? I’m calling you.
My phone rings immediately. “ Hello, ” I answer , half laughing.
“What exactly are you doing tonight?”
“Having sex with the hottest man I’ve ever seen, that’s what.”
“Candace, are you fucking with me? What hot guy?”
“I met him online.”
“Oh, my Gods!” She shrieks into the phone so loud I have to pull it back from my ear. “Spill bitch. Where online? Where’s a pic? I must see this guy. Oh my God, why am I just now finding out about this? I am so excited for your vagina.”
I shake my head. I knew she would love this. Slut. “I came across this website called Sex Unlimited dot com and I kind of created a profile on it. It’s a no strings attached matching site for singles.”
“ Well , hot damn! And I thought I was the slutty one.” She breaks out into laughter. “This is so great, Candace. You need this. You’ve been a hermit the past twelve months and if anyone deserves some mind blowing sex it’s you. So tell me all about Mr. Hotness.”
I go over everything that has transpired up until now and I can almost see her bouncing up and down happy for me. Dork.
“You have to call me as soon as you get home tonight. God, I hope he doesn’t have a small dick. That would be tragic. And text me his profile pic. I wanna see.”
“You’ re terrible , you know? Just bad. James didn’t have a big one and the sex was good.”
“Oh, Candace, I really hope this Brisban dude has a big one so you can see what you have missed out on all your life.”
I laugh. “You’re awful. I’m sure that a man of his size has plenty to be proud of down south, but I’ll let you know.”
A fter editing over three thousand words, I put my laptop away and hop into the shower. It’s 5pm. In three hours, I’ll be at a hotel with a guy I barely know. This is a mid-life crisis if I ever saw one.
Imagining his hands on me causes me to flush. My nipples are hard and I feel the need to touch myself. I haven’t done that in a long time, but I need the release right now, so I let my hand slide down over my soapy flesh to my clit and start massaging it in circles. With my other hand, I push one then two fingers inside myself to
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