JUDE'S POV
After work, I rush home to go and pack some clothes to carry to James's place. I am so excited to see him again. After our dirty chat earlier today, my mind has been consumed with James and his big cock. I can't seem to get enough of it. Every time we fuck I want to go back for more.
I pack all the things I will be needing this weekend. I also pack clothes to wear at work on Monday in case I don't manage to come back home on Sunday. I am about to go have a quick shower when my phone vibrates letting me know that there is a message. I look at the screen and see James's name and a smile breaks on my face. My smile leaves my face the moment I read the content of the message.
"Hey, little one, something came up. Can we move our meeting to tomorrow? You can still come to my place tomorrow or I can come to yours if that's okay." The text reads. I look at the text for a few minutes not knowing what to do.
"Okay, I hope everything is okay, let me know the time to meet tomorrow," I reply.
"Everything is fine, I will tell you the time tomorrow." He responds.
I can't say I am not disappointed because I am. I was looking forward to having a good time tonight. My pussy has been waiting to be filled by James's cock but now I will have to stay home. I am so angry at James for canceling on me. No man has ever done this to me, they all fall on my feet. I don't unpack the things I packed, I just leave them in the bag and decide to have a shower.
I grab my vibrator on my way to the bathroom. Just because James has canceled on me doesn't mean that I can't have any kind of pleasure.
After undressing I turn on the water, feeling the warm droplets drop over my body. The disappointment of the evening fades away as I focus on the sensations of the water against my skin.
I lather up my body, feeling the slick soap glide over my curves. My mind wanders to thoughts of James and what could have been. I can't help but feel a pang of desire as I imagine his hands on me, his lips trailing kisses down my neck. His cock pressed against me.
As I reach for my trusty vibrator, I can feel the anticipation building inside me. I know that once I turn it on, there will be pleasure. With a flick of a switch, the buzzing sensation begins and sends shivers down my spine.
I slowly run the vibrator along my pussy lips, teasing myself and building up the pleasure. The sensation is electrifying, and I can feel myself getting wetter with each passing moment. I close my eyes and let myself get lost in the moment, imagining James here with me.
The thought of him watching me, his eyes filled with desire, only adds to the intensity of the experience. I can almost feel his hands on my body, his lips on mine, as I continue to pleasure myself with the vibrator.
I move the vibrator to my clit, the intense vibrations sending waves of pleasure through me. I can feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge, the anticipation building with each passing second. And then, finally, I let go and allow myself to be consumed by pleasure.
As I come down from my high, I can't help but smile at the thought of James and how much he would enjoy watching me at this moment. I am sure he would get hard at the sight.
As I finish in the shower, I decide to hit the club. I know my father warned me about my clubbing but I can't help myself. The vibrator helped with my release but I still feel horny. I need to have a hard cock in me to completely remove the throb between my legs. James may have canceled on me, but I refuse to let his actions ruin my night. I am in control of my pleasure, and I won't let anyone take that away from me.
I feel a little bit guilty about going to look for another guy to fuck me when I have James, but I will not let the guilt get to my head, it Is not like James is my boyfriend for me to feel guilty.
As I stand in front of my walk-in closet, surrounded by a sea of designer dresses and shoes, I can't help but feel overwhelmed by the choices before me. Tonight, I want to wear something that will turn heads and attract the attention of every guy in the room.
I scan through the racks of expensive dresses, each one beautiful in their way. Sequins, silk, and lace adorn the hangers, begging to be worn. But as I run my fingers over the fabrics, I can't seem to find the perfect outfit that screams "fuck me" like I want it to.
I know that tonight, I want to be noticed. I want to be desired. I want to be fucked hard and fast. And I want my outfit to reflect that desire. I want something that exudes sensuality, something that will make every guy in the club stop and stare.
I finally settle on a skin-tight, black mini-dress that hugs my curves in all the right places. The plunging neckline and thigh-high slit leave little to the imagination, but that's exactly what I want. Paired with a killer pair of heels and bold red lipstick, I know that I will be the center of attention all night long.
As I slip into my outfit and admire myself in the mirror, I can't help but feel a rush of excitement. I know that tonight, I will be turning heads.
After making sure that I look perfect for the night I grab my car keys and head out to get thoroughly fucked. Here is to a night of indulgence, desire, and maybe a little bit of trouble. Because sometimes, a girl just wants to be fucked hard and fast.