It's just like any ordinary day that I have endured. Wake up, possibly shower to help awaken whatever is left of my soul, drink a cup of coffee with my breakfast & scramble through my closet in hopes I'll look at least decent for work...for she would be there, not knowingly waiting for me with that gleaming smile she makes when she acknowledges me as I strut through the door. Though I know she must not think much of me, being the morbidly-quirky creep I am. She was more than that, almost like a beam of illumination casting from her unique & bronzed complexion that enticed my darkness to surround her just for her to shine her elegance through. I could almost love her if only I could express such a strange feeling to someone of the same gender without the same sexual preference as I.
Time was ticking & I needed to hurry the fuck up to be there as much as possible with her. I repeat to myself, "Stay professional, you only work with her & that's all it will be," as I race through traffic. Of course, I arrive 6 minutes early & sit in my car, giving myself the 3 minute speech I've given myself countless times to behave myself as I do the finishing touches on my makeup. I pass through the parking lot swiftly, avoiding the impatient drivers waiting to park & almost causing numerous accidents. I see her through the glass & my heart began to throb, sending little sparks of electricity through out my entire nervous system. I walk through the door & there she stood with a slight bend, reading her psychology book with that gleaming smile I adore then softly says, "Hi." Fucking Hell, how does she melt me so easily? "Hello sug," I reply, hoping I don't sound too friendly. These 3 hours with her will be mainly silent between us but I don't mind it. I'd rather have it that way as much as I want to talk to her just so she doesn't learn of how much of a sick fuck I really am. In our silence, I usually just stare at her discretely when she's nose deep in her book for school, it only makes me want to be face deep in her cunt while she reads if she was still capable to do so, which would make the challenge even more erotic for me to have her exactly how I want her. Begging or demanding me to keep going, either way, I'd give her an experience she never knew existed as her juices run down my chin. I feel like I'm going off subject. Excuse me.
The hours move too fast for me, especially when our manager sits in the corner across the way, watching horrible sitcoms off her phone & only 3 customers come in just to look around & kill time. I really hate when she has to leave here without me. It almost breaks my heart though I try not to show it. I just want to take her home, cook one of my favorite meals to make...then lead her down into my basement, where she would fall for me & never want me to let her go.
It was about that time for her to clock out & I'm at war with myself to ask her for her number. She had her things as she passed by me, I could smell the cocoa butter permeating from her soft tan skin. She turns to me & says gently with her dazzling smile, "Alright well, I'm out, you have a good night & I'll see you tomorrow." In response while trying to not choke on my own words, "Okay, have a great night & I'll see ya then." There she goes, out the door as my heart sinks back into the depths of my internal icy abyss. Now to waste time until closing, just to go home & torture myself till I pass out from exhaustion, then wake up to be with her again.
I return home with her dancing around my repulsive mind just like every other night that's passed since the day I met her. I have yet to pleasure myself to the thought of her but I think I might have to tonight. My lust for her has grown over these past 2 months. I need some sort of relief for my aching needs. I stare at my basement door as it mocks me to enter like it normally does when I'm here, feeling desperate. I unlock it, already feeling the darkness within the basement embrace me as I walk down those creaky steps. I slowly move to my torture toys, hands shaking over my barbecue skewers with the thoughts of sticking them through my tender flesh. I rip my shirt off & unhook my bra to expose my perky tits to be mutilated. I snatch up a skewer & inhale deeply with the skewer poking my side boob. I exhale slowly as I push it through both of them. I let out a delicate moan of agony when it's all the way, then push another one in & out through the other side of my tits to have them pinned together. I must admit, I'm tearing up at this point, not from the physical pain...but from what my mind is screaming, "SHE WILL NEVER WANT YOU, YOU SICK FUCK! WHO COULD EVER LOVE YOU?!" I grab my suspension chains with hooks & latch them onto the skewers. I begin to lift myself off the ground with each pull of the chain till I'm in the air. I can only hope they rip out & I fall on my cold operation table slightly under me that will possibly break my neck, at least after I flick one out. I really enjoy to be hanging, everything goes quiet when I'm suspended & I can actually focus. Maybe it's the shock, but it makes getting off so much more intense. I start to swing back & forth in attempt to reach for one of many dildos next to my torture toys. I figured a vibrator with a tickler might make my orgasm a bit more invigorating being she's on my mind. I needed something more than just what my fingers are capable of doing.
I finally get close enough to reach the biggest one out of them all, just my luck. I would love nothing more to have my scarred little twat torn apart at this point. I tease the entrance of my vaginal canal, the buzzing has me tickled already. I set my mind on her, imaging her twerking that perfect heart shaped ass as blood softly rains over her body & working a stripper pole like she was bringing home over $1,000s in tips. I'd give her more than just my tip. I need more than just teasing, so I curiously imagine what she looks like naked. Maybe her nipples are the perfect ratio to her tits? What if her cunt lips are smaller than my swollen labias? Does she squirt or cream? How would she taste? The questions got me going more fiercely with the penetration. Would she like if I scissored with her for starters? Could I get her to suck off my double sided strap on like it were really my dick? Would she let me use it on her? Would she like to be tied up & degraded just as much as I do? Yeah, I bet she would, well, either way, I'd make her like it. Visions of her arms tied behind her as I clamp clothes pins onto her tits gets me closer to my orgasm. I don't want to hurt her too much. Just enough so she doesn't bleed yet. I begin to swing myself faster as if I were flying, the pain in my tits just makes the build up more intense. The thoughts of her screams as I dig my nails into her shoulders while I sodomize her without lube. Fuck I'm almost there. I can feel the pressure happening & I can't help but to scream as my cunt begins to gush profusely. My clit tingles in satisfaction but in reality...it wasn't enough. I need her & I must figure out how I can have her. All to myself. I must get down, tend to my wounds & rest now so I'll be ready to face her tomorrow.
I wake up with the idea to talk to her more & ask if she might like to have a couple drinks with me. I have to stay positive even if she declines my invitation as much as it would hurt me. I get ready & rush out of the house with my usual routine. I arrive to work & see her...she knows exactly what to wear to have me drooling over her but now is not the time for that, I have to act natural...much less normal. I walk in with my eyes gazing into her beautiful soul. She smiles with her sweet voice, "Hey girl!" I want to scream, "I WANT TO FUCK YOUR BRAINS OUT!" But I calmly say, "Hello pretty." Shit, I hope she's cool with that. She blushes with a smirk. Oh? She liked that...my curiosity goes crazy. I ask how the day has been & it's just the same as always. Then she says, "I'll be closing with you tonight," with her eyes looking into mine. I look away in hopes she doesn't get a glimpse of my demon, "Oh that's cool, guessing the boss left early?"
"Yeah she left awhile ago," she responds. "Soooo...we're alone?" My eyebrow raises up with a smirk I'm trying to hide. She giggles, "Yes, we are all alone." Fuck, I could have her right now & she is seemingly about it...but I could just be overthinking...but I still want to…do unnatural things with…her though. "Nice, we can get away with murder tonight then," I say chuckling, "Speaking of tonight, would you like to grab a few drinks with me? There's a bar close by that's chill & I've thought about going but I don't like going alone. All my friends are busy so I thought it'd be cool to ask you...if you don't already have plans of course." My eyes try not to widen from what I had just boldly asked. "Hmm...well, I got somethings I was going to do...but I can hold them off for a bit, sure," she answers with a delightful expression. "Are you sure? We can go another time if it's inconvenient," I add quickly. "No it's fine, I could use a drink. It's been a long week for me," she replies. My heart falls out of my rib cage as I try to gather the strength to force my words out from too much excitement, "Cool. Do you wanna go straight there or meet there?" “We can go straight there if you want, I'm not really one of those girlie girls who gets all dressed up to go out." Could she be anymore perfect for me? "I feel that, I'm the same way. Alright, awesome," trying my hardest not scream like a little school girl with a crush. I should probably walk around & collect myself as I organize products now. My heart is fluttering like a cloud of monarch butterflies. I can't let her see how overjoyed I am. I should have asked her before closing because I'm a nervous wreck currently. Time will move quickly enough though.
Closing time was faster being that she helped me. My anxiety is hitting it's all time peak as we exit. "Wanna ride with me?" She asks politely as I try to think of a nice way to say no because I need my music to help calm me down, "I think I'll just take my car, I'd hate to come back to find it totaled because one of these idiots." She laughs, "That's very true! Ok, I'll see ya in a bit." "See ya there," as I rush to get in my car to hyperventilate from the thought that tonight could be the night. I start my car to hide my happy screaming under the grind mix cd blaring on my stereo. Something I never imagined to happen might just happen. Calm thyself. I look into my dark eyes in the rear view mirror & repeat to myself that everything will be fine, even if I go home alone. I start my car & head down the street to the bar.
I see her car parked on the side so I park behind her. I'm surprised I'm not sweating, much less have sweaty palms. My nerves must be past the point of anxiety. I feel too relaxed to be going on a low key date with a lady when it's been years since I've been with a woman. I walk in, look around & see her at a small table in the back dim corner. My, my, she's setting the mood without even knowing it. Her eyes fixated on her book as always. I walk up while watching her take a sip out of her water, her lips look so soft & ready to kiss as the bottom lip presses up the glass. She looks up, her eyes glowed & had me mesmerized as we stared at each other for an awkward second. She breaks the silence, "Hello again. I didn't want to order without you so I just got us water for starters." I laugh, "Hey, that's fine because I think the water is free here." She giggles, "I think I might get something mixed & sweet," my attempt in decision making, "maybe a piña colada if they’re able to make it." "That sounds good, I might have a glass of wine." Nice, I got me a classy one here. Our waitress comes up with a smirk on her rotten face, "Hey ladies! Are you ready? Wanna take some shots tonight?!" "Maybe later," I interrupt quickly, "do y'all make piña coladas?" "I can ask the bartender if you'd like me to," while her shit eating grin morphs into resting bitch face syndrome but reverts to a smile as she turns to her, "how about you?" "I'll take some wine, anything Moscato & dark red," she answers sweetly with a slight attitude. Damn, my femme boner just got harder. The waitress makes things awkward by trying to be nice, when it was obvious she was snickering at us for thinking we were lesbians before taking our orders, then leaves the table. We stare at each for a few seconds until the laughter was too much to hold in. We made a few jokes on her & laugh harder. She puts her hand on my knee every time I make a funny. Wanting her hand to go higher, for fuck sakes, put your hand on my cunt. I notice the cunt blocker waitress approaching so I put my arm around her & she turns to wink at me. If only she knew how fast my heart is pumping. "Sorry, we don't have coconut milk for the piña colada. Maybe an adult milk shake?" I look at the waitress with a Cheshire Cat grin, "sounds lovely. Hook me up." The waitress sets down the glass of wine in front of my guest & she goes on her way. "This looks so dark, like it's a blood wine," she says to me while looking into her wineglass then offers it to me after taking a swig with a gentle satisfactory moan, "wanna sip?" Seriously? I should just kiss her right now. I shrug, "Why not?" I take the sip & work it around my mouth in amazement of how tasty it was. I'm sure it's not as sweet as her though. My adult milkshake is served to me by a different waiter. I'm guessing the waitress felt some kind of way to not serve me. I slurp on the straw & chuckle at the sound. I hand her a straw, asking if she would like to try. She looks into me, "I'm not scared of cooties," looking into my eyes as she sips on my straw. All I can think is her hanging upside down, throat deep on my strap on as I'm piercing her labias apart, exposing her clit for me to devour. Fuck. I could literally cream my pants watching her suck my straw. She moans again but louder, "Oooooh, this is so good! It tastes strong but it's not bad!" "Please get shit faced & shit on me!" My mind screams but I actually say, "oh yes, it's definitely a good choice."
We order more adult milkshakes but different flavors to try. I feel pretty buzzed, but I can tell she's pretty & drunk. She is hanging all over me & telling me about an ex who hurt her a few months ago. Ah, she's vulnerable & loosened up, I'm so fucking in. I wrap my arm around her shoulders & say, "Hey, fuck that guy." I'm so close to just kissing her. "I really appreciate you hearing me vent, I know it's dumb & I should be over it but it's just so hard to move on from," she says while resting her head on my shoulder. I just want to take her home to show her the pain in pleasure. "It's really not a problem. We're all human with feelings & it has to be expressed how ever it needs to be," I reply honestly. "You know, I think I'm really drunk," she begins to laugh. I try to hide my enjoyment, "Would you like to stay at my place tonight? I know you have quite the drive to make. I'd hate for you to be out there & something horrible happens." "That'd be wise," she grabs her purse to pull out her wallet, "do you wanna go half on this?" "Don't worry about it, I got it," I push her hand holding her wallet away. "You're so nice," she says drunken but truthfully. We go up to the bar holding onto each other so she won't fall as I pay the bartender. I'm trying my hardest not to just drag her to my car, I got to have some decency before I let her see my Demoness side. I get her in my car & hand her a barf bag for just in case, "I'll bring you back to your car when you feel better enough to drive." I really don't want to. I drive home cautiously, trying my hardest not to speed & stare at her at the same time. Causing an accident at this point would detriment everything I've fantasizied over.