I pictured myself as Cat woman ; an independent woman stuck in a lifeless neighbourhood. Every evening, i would rush upstairs as if someone is waiting for me. Normally, I would try to ignore the idle crowds, peeping eyes and intruding neighbours down the hall. That day I felt imprisoned by my own making.
I needed someone, I wanted him so bad. If magic was real, on that day, my first wish would be a black man called Dick. He would be standing by my door, impatiently waiting. Girls would be having impromptu hallway- journeys just to try to catch attention. Maybe steal him for second. Maybe, he would ask about time or rather tell them to stop embarrassing themselves. Just like I always do when I see a potential bedroom bully. He would see me and pretend he's mad, sober, tired and sleepy.
Tipsy and aggressive, I put that on the table. Just so we have an accordance that I was not going to bed, high and dry. Even worse, I was not in the mood of cooking. He had been cheating, and in his 3 months business trip, the closest I had come to a dicking were my small fingers. A tickle in the pussy doesn't make you cum or laugh, at least, and I would wait that long to finally cuddle all night long.
I served him cold water, took a quick hot shower and smoked a joint. Disappointedly, he was fast asleep. He had all his clothes on, his shoes in his feet at the edge of the bed. All I wanted was dick. His hard, long fat cock with a shaft full of protruding veins. I wanted him hard that in his first entry, he would slide deep inside until I gasp, without stopping on the way.
I touched my lips, they were moistened, sticky on the finger with a hot pussy aroma. If he can't fuck, at least he eat. I get on top of the bed, slowly not to wake him up and kneel across his face. His nose right below my soft lips, seem to be twitching to the freshly served vigina. I wanted him so bad, I pushed a finger to test the severity of my situation but all my pussy did was suck it in, deeper and deeper. Thirsty for relief, hungry for him and when I removed it, a drop of my juice landed right into his slightly opened mouth.
"You are in deep trouble, " he said, sinking my waist onto his face.
(Am excited to write more)