Picture this:
You get home after a long days work. You have a nice life, but you’re lonely. You’re funny, decent looking, have a steady job and place, but for some reason, you’re still single! You haven’t PROPERLY blown your load in ages. Your buddies joke that you should hire someone. And for some reason, tonight, you really give it some thought.
You jump on your phone and start digging. You’re picky, and you don’t settle. After a few hours of searching for the perfect one, you find me. 5’3”, curvy, but toned, cropped chestnut hair, tattoos that accentuate all her sexiest bits… she’s the one.
You send me a text and I happen to have an opening. You’re exhilarated. Your palms are cold and clammy. Your breath is short. You jump in the shower and scrub every inch.
*one hour later*
You hear a gentle tap at the door. You take a deep breath, and start for the door. When you open the door, everything immediately rushes to your cock. You feel faint. I’m wearing a silky navy robe. I smile, with a certain look in my eyes. Like how a snake sizes up it’s prey. You gulp, “h-hey. Come in!”