It’s midday, and I’m still lying in bed, blissful with the delicious warm load Curtis left inside me before he kissed me goodbye to head to work. It’s been six months since we first met at a hole-in-the-wall bar in the city, and flirted over cheap whiskey. And yet, it feels like we’ve known each other forever.
Curtis is the kind of man I’ve always fantasized about being with; tall, with broad shoulders and a robust, muscular body – the kind you get from laboring all day as a builder. His work uniform – a bright orange safety shirt, oil-stained khaki pants, and dirty work boots – always turns me on when he shrugs himself into it in the early hours of the morning. As someone who works with his hands all day, lifting piles of bricks and slathering cement in sidewalks, he knows how to use them well. His strong, rough fingers know their way around my body like no one else has ever known it before. Just thinking of the way he uses them to explore my deepest desires makes me long urgently for him.
Suddenly I’m tracing my fingers down my body as I lie in bed alone. They roam between my round, perky C cup breasts and then down over my navel, and finally, into the pulsating, wet ache between my legs. My clitoris engorges with blood quickly as I replay the morning’s lovemaking session in my head, edging myself close to orgasm quickly. I reach for the pillow Curtis slept on last night, still studded with his earthy cologne, and prop it under my butt, then grab the slender vibrator in my bedside drawer, and plunge it into me, arching my back as it hits my G-spot, and brings me to a powerful, whole-body climax.
I’m not usually this horny, but something about being with Curtis inspires a near-constant hunger in me. I can’t wait to see him again tonight. He’s taking me out for dinner at an expensive candlelit restaurant in the city, to celebrate our six-month anniversary. It was his idea. Curtis had even surprised me with a purple dress to wear.
The dress had arrived in a pristine white gift box, adorned with a large red ribbon, tied in a delicate bow, with a silver envelope tucked under it. I’d excitedly opened the envelope to find a card inside, that read:
“Wear this with nothing underneath tomorrow night. I have a surprise for you.”
Enjoy your surprise