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Nightmaregoddess
Super-Earth
- Joined
- Aug 16, 2010
- Location
- Iowa
Adalya sighed as she filled her wine glass for the fourth time. The sigh was that of boredom. She sat alone in a hot tub in a small room branching from the main lounge, where all the other executives and businessmen were drinking and laughing about their successes. She stretched her neck out, sighing once more. She was every bit as successful as the rest of her male counterparts, but she was quickly tiring of this endless stream of fancy parties and social gatherings.
She ran her finger around the rim of her glass, creating a soft, mid pitched tone. High society had not turned out as riveting as she had imagined. The men were soft, the challenges lacking, and the women far to annoying to become friends.
She sat in the tub wearing an exotic red one piece bathing suit. It really only consisted of two straps that crossed over her breasts and connected between her legs, then doing the same in back. She wore it as part of an old fantasy of hers. One involving a vigorous young pool boy or a strapping waiter. Alas that fantasy had yet to be fulfilled, in fact it had been months since her last sexual encounter.
"Oh Adalya. How are you going to survive like this?" She downed her wine and refilled it before setting it aside. She rested her head back, careful not to pinch her tentacles, and closed her eyes. Letting the hot water soak into her pores as she fantasized.
She ran her finger around the rim of her glass, creating a soft, mid pitched tone. High society had not turned out as riveting as she had imagined. The men were soft, the challenges lacking, and the women far to annoying to become friends.
She sat in the tub wearing an exotic red one piece bathing suit. It really only consisted of two straps that crossed over her breasts and connected between her legs, then doing the same in back. She wore it as part of an old fantasy of hers. One involving a vigorous young pool boy or a strapping waiter. Alas that fantasy had yet to be fulfilled, in fact it had been months since her last sexual encounter.
"Oh Adalya. How are you going to survive like this?" She downed her wine and refilled it before setting it aside. She rested her head back, careful not to pinch her tentacles, and closed her eyes. Letting the hot water soak into her pores as she fantasized.