I pretty much took the day off on Thursday in anticipation of the weekend, my busiest days of the week.
I cleaned, did laundry, watered the plants, raked the yard, went to Pilates, then later, a Yoga class. After that, I took a well-earned nap on my just-changed clean sheets.
I love my gorgeous, Queen-size 4-poster bed. On it, I have 1500 count Egyptian cotton sheets, fuchsia and orange sherbet-colored pillowcases and my 100% down comforter with a specially-made cotton orange and fuchsia tie dye duvet cover. I have matching (colors; nothing is exactly the same) half a dozen throw pillows and a fuchsia and orange blanket across the bottom.
I was restless late on Thursday night, wanting to have some cock in my mouth, so I headed out to a local club of mixed genders, races and sexualities.
It didn’t take long until I realized my eyes were languishing on an older Latinx man… darker than lighter… and one whose cock created an outline in his white jeans. Tight white jeans.
I loved what I saw.
I rolled my hips to the música latina playing and began gyrating towards him. He saw me a few feet from him, turned from his male dance partner and we began undulating together. I made sure to slide my hand over his hardening cock while looking in his eyes.
I know I licked my lips.
I brought him home to my bungalow, my bed, laid him down on my pretty fuchsia and orange sheets… my clean sheets… then I proceeded to mess them up, but good.
Once he left, I stripped the bed, sat down to write while the washing machine and dryer re-cleaned the sheets I would sleep on in an hour.
I slept like an angel.