Two weeks after that redeye to Boston and getting dicked down in the best way by Mr. Harris, I found myself back on pace to undergo another long drought. I said I wanted to hook up with Mario, but his messages sort of trailed off and there was one thing I wasn't EVER going to do and that was run behind a man.
My mother had always said, "When a man wants you, he makes an effort to be in your life." And since his effort had faded, I used my escape, which was working out and working.
In fact, I was in my office, going over designs well after quitting time when my stomach reminded me that I needed food, so finally, I headed out. I planned to stop for some Caribbean food, a bottle of wine, and some chocolate cookies and then head home.
When I arrived home, I took a nice shower and dressed in a loose-fitted tank and some undies. I planned to pleasure myself as soon as I was done eating and drinking that bottle of wine.
I had the music nice and low, as I lay in my bed. I pulled my panties down to mid-thigh and massaged my inner thigh as I licked my lips, imagining I was being kissed.
Slowly, my finger drifted to find my sweet pearl and I started with a tap. I tapped it repeatedly and then made circles, around and around, and around, my heart raced. Just as I was about to slip my fingers into my pool, my cellphone sounded. I grunted as I looked over and saw some strange number. Since my vibe was interrupted, I wiped my fingers on my shirt and answered, "Hello?"
"Hola, mamita, preciosa," he said.
"Mario?"
"Ah, you remember me. What are you doing?" he asked.
I chuckled, "You want a lie or the truth?"
He laughed, "I'm intrigued. Tell me both and I'll see which one is the truth."
I smiled, "I'm sitting here reading a copy of War & Peace or I was trying to get myself off."
He laughed, "Um, I like the second one. Can I video call you?"
"I don't know. I'm kind of wondering why it took you so long to call me."
