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"Lost in horny philosophy I get a new update: he's at the 2nd location, "ready and pulsating", I send him the next one immediately as I'm now in that 'I wish you were here 20 minutes ago playing my pussy like a violin' zone of aroused."

A short story about waiting for a hookup, preparing for one.

"The idea is I get to know exactly where he is as he makes his way to me, but he needs to please me to get closer: He goes to a given location, sends me a lewd message, I tell him the next one, then repeat. He needs to be messier as he gets closer. I like this because I get to see the sub get hornier then hornier, to know how much they want my drool. It makes me wetter to know how much they want it. Sometimes they make spelling mistakes, that’s when I can’t help but grin adulterously.

It's good that he's behind time, because I need to bathe to melt away the work week. Maybe with a bit of box wine to go with. I start a bath and begin peeling off my layers of irritatingly tight clothing. The warm soft whites of steam coming off the bathwater help me soften myself.

I get in.

The heat of the water scolds off a layer of skin, starts to work in heat to stressed muscles. The city outside is a quiet non-verbal drone tonight. It's not distracting, it's comforting. Helps me fade away. With eyes open but unfocused I start pondering in an 'owl over misty mountains of memories' kind of way how I managed to live a life that lead me to be here: in a bath, waiting as a person travels across London per my instructions purely to give my cunt a perfect touch, a rising tide of licking, then a thick flooding of and from a submissive cock. "

If you liked this story, check out my 2nd one, "Rules"

Or my 1st one, "A Trophy, Used

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