Date Night With Yourself TEASER

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You ever have a date night with yourself? That shit can be insanely relaxing. And sometimes you don't even realize you need it until you're lying back on the bed with your body stretched out and just… well, you get the idea I'm sure.

That's exactly the plan I had in mind when I came home. To be honest, I had everything set up, and I was expecting a nice, quiet night. The thought had been in my head all day long, especially knowing I was coming back to an empty house.

Business, you'd told me. Something about meeting a client for drinks. I was okay with it.

It just meant more time for me to spend thinking about all of the things that I wouldn't get to do with you home. I wondered if you ever thought about it like I thought about you. Kicked back with your cock in your hand, bucking into it in a frenzy while all kinds of things went through that head of yours.

What a trip. Now here I was, standing in my kitchen with a bottle of tequila in one hand and a few bad ideas of my own. Earlier that morning, after you'd left, I picked out a set of new lingerie I'd been saving.

I thought about taking some photos and videos for you at a later point in the evening. Maybe when I was sweat-slick and panting after everything was over, but that would depend on if you were a good boy or not. I'm stripping my tight skirt down my hips, taking care not to split the seam around my muscled thighs before moving it away to reveal the dark purple lace thong beneath.

It's a favorite and matched the frilled top balcony bra that barely kept my tits from spilling into the open. Both sets were near see-through in the main mesh, and I couldn't help but touch my nipples as they hardened and became well beyond visible through the fabric. They're sensitive and needy, straining hard with want to be touched more, but it isn't time yet.

Instead, I turned to the bottle and took a long, straight drink, immediately feeling my body relax and my pussy tingle down below. Fuck, what a good night it was gonna be. Pulling my shirt over the top of my head, I threw it across the kitchen counter, now standing in nothing but my silk thong and bra in front of my giant bay kitchen window.

Fuck the neighbors. Good for them for getting a show for free. The bottle in my hand again, and I was already making my way to the bedroom.

Laptop was set up, my magic wand, and my favorite toy already by its side and waiting. Sometimes you just gotta do the things that make you feel good, and tonight this was mine. The video I had in mind was already pulled up and waiting.

My preparation before work had certainly been a worthwhile idea. Oh man. I lay back, stretching myself out and wide on the bed, the thin fabric of my panties already pulling tight against my cunt, wet seeping through from anticipation.

It was slick and shiny under the light as I spread my thighs further and started the video. A cream pie threesome, the moans filling the room. Fuck it was so hot to hear them going at it.

I didn't need to see it, no. I just needed to hear them, to listen to the panting and desperate thrusting while they all built up to get off. I wanted to imagine us, the wand in my hand, I lower it to my pussy lips, my clit already swollen and throbbing, needing desperately to be touched.

Oh god, I didn't expect you home. Fuck. Fuck, easy, don't push me down too hard.

Listen, I thought it was a business night. You caught me off guard, huh? You saw the table set up when you came home from lunch, saw the bed laid out.

Wow. Well, babe, you got me this time. Caught red handed.

And whatever am I gonna do with you? Huh? Come on.

What are you gonna do about it? I can overpower you if I want to. You can't keep me pinned down.

Oh, yeah. All right, all right. If that's how it's gonna be.

Oh, fuck. How my strong ass thighs wrapped around your hips, huh? Now what, baby boy? You gonna bitch out on me?