Her mouth hung open with lips parted as he walked away from her. The shiver she felt earlier crawled up her spine again. She hadn't been able to relieve her pulsing, aching womanhood, and couldn't wait to get home.
She lived close by, so she was running up the front steps to her small bungalow before she knew it. She had her own home, a gift from her family when she came back home. It was decorated in a palate of natural colors that were soft and peaceful, and a few scattered pictures and family heirloom knick knacks.
She followed her usual routine, putting her bag and shoes away. Instead of making herself a small meal like usual, she poured herself a double whiskey on the rocks with a splash of honey syrup. She lived by herself, and as she walked through the house, she slipped out of her panties, dress, and bra on the way to her bedroom. The first swig ran down her throat like a warm flame, and the second...well...it was comparable to other warm fluids she'd swallowed before. She carefully set her glass down, and settled onto her oversized 4-post bed. Another family heirloom of heavy mahogany that she outfitted with rich, dark purple and gold filigree bedding.
She couldn't hold her aching any longer, and reached for her vibrator in her nightstand. She slipped it between her swollen womanhood so it set directly against her clit. Withing seconds it was buzzing and providing her the pleasure she had ached for all day. She closed her eyes, and pictured Mr. Wilson.
He was so exotic, and had an air of danger to him. His subtle dominance was as intoxicating as his cologne, and she imagined what his hand would feel like wrapped around her neck from behind. She could hear him speak in her ear, and felt his breath on her neck. "Good evening, Angel. Let's release you from your day."
Her womanhood was slippery now, and she rocked gently against her vibrator. She toyed with her nipples, pinching occasionally and twisting gently. "That's it, my Love. Relax. Let it go," she heard him speak to her again. His voice was gravely and deep in her ear. She was close, but still not quite over the edge. She began to moan as she intensified the vibration with another few clicks. It came in waves, as if he was kissing, sucking, and licking her at the same time.
She reached to her night stand again, and quickly slipped her realistic dildo into her dripping slit. It was a perfect fit for her, slightly larger than average, but not excessive. It was flexible, but firm, and filled her up comfortably. She continued to rock against her toys, moaning. "It's been a while, hasn't it, Angel? Yes. I know you need this."
The warmth of her whiskey finally hit, relaxing her headspace and the rest of her followed. "Yesss SiiiIRRrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!" Her back arched as her intense climax ripped through her womanhood. Her legs shook as her hips bucked against her toys, and she moaned and squeaked through it. She let the vibrator carry her through it until her body finally relaxed. Once she caught her breath, she reached down to retrieve her toys. Much to her surprise, a puddle of fluid released and ran down between her legs. The feeling sent an aftershock through her that made her gasp. The dildo eased it's way out with her natural contraction, also dragging a dripping trail of sticky sex with it.
Still shaking, she downed the rest of her whiskey, nearly dropping the glass of leftover ice from her unsteady hand. She laid back on her pillows and closed her eyes, where she slept in peace until morning.
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