"Not being able to fall in love even though you want it so bad."
Lenna's life in college is almost finishing and she hoped for one thing in her life: Success. But who said success didn't include having a growing relationship. A healthy, passionate...
I sighed as warm water fell and cleansed my whole body, releasing all the tension I had after today's call. All I needed was my bed. Catch some sleep at least to feel energetic tomorrow. "You already picked your outfit for tomorrow's first day?" I continue to brush my hair meanwhile, I place Sarah on speaker. "I did." I say as I shift my eyes to my hanging clothes in the wardrobe. "White pants and a basic one shoulder top. Plus...the gold rings," I say smiling.
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"Bet you're going to be the center of attention." "Hope not," I said humorously. "I still Can't believe I got the job. Somehow it felt too easy." I pause. "The interview." "You've dealt with hard things before so I wouldn't say it was easy...you have just become stronger. Prepared. And anticipated everything like a pro." I turn the light off and walk towards my bed, where I cover myself with my white bedsheets, as I hear Sarah give me that 'motivational speech'. "You'll do great." I sigh in consolation. "You always know how to cheer me up." "That's what I'm here for, " She says happily making me smile at my window, where I see half of the city light up. "How's everything in your lake house?" I ask changing the topic. "Oh—" She laughs. "It's getting interesting and by that I mean, hot strangers in town." She continues to describe a few of them she got the chance to speak to and that's when my mind flashes the guy in the black suit. I lift my hand to my lips and close my eyes at the memory. His intense gaze. His hands around my waist. His lips slamming into mine. His control. "What do you think I should do?" Sarah repeats. Oh- "About what?" I whisper realizing I didn't pay attention to everything she had said. "You sleeping huh?" I cover my eyes with a hand and nod. "Yeah sorry. I'm a bit too exhausted." "Alright, I'll let you rest. Call me tomorrow!" "I will." We hung up and my stare remains at the ceiling. The flashback return and I find myself lowering my hand towards my chest. My breathing rises just like my arousal does. I close my eyes for a better way to visualize his face. The same one I imagine is going down over me to release my desire and need. My fingers make the way to my clit and I close my legs for tension. A little moan escapes my mouth but I swallow the need. I bit my lip as I tease my own entrance with one finger, and when I feel my pleasure increasing I slam two fingers inside making my back curve slightly upwards. I do slow movements, a bit of pain and pleasure building in me. The sound of my wetness echoes the room as I quicken my movements. Another moan escapes my mouth at the feeling but it's still not enough. I quickly grab my pillow and surround it with my own legs, creating friction on my clit as I move from one side to the other. I place my two fingers again on my entrance and begin to torture myself with slow movements until I feel my orgasm finally coming to me. I imagine him pounding in me, my fingers making it look real, and that's when my whole body begins to tremble. My orgasm hits me way too hard, that my eyes blur for a moment. A precious moment. I sigh in relief as I take my fingers away and I return to my normal position. I quickly go and clean myself before I lay down again, with his face still engraved in my mind.
