I’m no stranger to failure. In fact, I’m quite familiar with it, and it sometimes sends me to a dark place, but this week, I’ve found something to take my mind off of it. Someone, actually.
The loveliest woman stumbled into my life. And while she made me a bit late for my audition (luckily, it didn’t matter, because they were running very behind schedule— however, I still didn’t get the part of the grocery store clerk, which, even though it was a minor role, is something I felt I should be able to easily get, and which is also why I say I’m no stranger to failure), she’s made my life so much better. My heart has never felt as light as it has since I met her.
I’ve been gushing about her to myself for a whole day and trying not to fill her voicemail with messages. The last thing I want to do is seem desperate. Hazel must think I’m this cool, fun, spontaneous man. Not that I’m not— usually I’m quite confident, but something about Hazel makes me feel overwhelmed— in a good way.
I won’t waste this opportunity, though. I can only do that so many times in one week, and my failed audition has met that quota.
She sent me a text just moments ago asking me to pick her up to go to her bully’s housewarming party. I didn’t think she’d wait until the last bloody second to decide, but, better late than never. I’ve been dying to see her, and she told me she’ll be dressed to the nines.
As I get dressed myself, I can’t help but think about what I want to do to her later. I need to take care of myself, to ease the tension. Soon I’m out of my boxers and my cock is standing at attention due to my thoughts of her.
Hazel appears in my mind’s eye wearing a see-through nightie with some black lace lingerie underneath. In my fantasy, she opens the door to her apartment and without saying a word, invites me in. I grab her by the wrists and slam her up against the wall while I grind my growing cock on her panties.
I inhale her sweet aroma and grind harder and harder against her quivering lips. She whispers in my ear, asking me to take her however I want. What else can I do but oblige? I tear her underwear off with my bare hands and kiss her thighs.
The only thing stopping me from pursing my lips and kissing her clit lightly is the fact that she loves being tortured. The longer I deprave her pussy of any attention, the more she craves being penetrated. In real life, I move my hand up and down my shaft, wishing it could enter her sweet, wet pussy.
In my mind, her moans turn to whimpers as she starts begging to be fucked. I slap her lightly on the ass and tell her I'll fuck her when she learns how to beg properly. Then I trace my fingers around her nipples, making a wave of goosebumps appear all over her chest. She’s almost there.
And me? I’m arriving at the heights of ecstasy, myself. My cock quivers in my hand as it shoots out cum. That should tide me over until later when hopefully I can have my way with Hazel in real life. For now, it’s time to finish getting dressed and go see what this crazy evening has in store.
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I rent a car for the occasion— driving on the other side of the road is still an exciting experience for me, especially since I don’t do it often. I arrive at Hazel’s place to pick her up right on time, which is quite the feat considering how late Hazel had let me know she wanted to take me up on my insane idea to attend the housewarming party, after all.
As I pull up, I clear my throat and my mind of any dirty thoughts as I try to make myself seem presentable. I don’t want anything to mess up the night I have planned for Hazel and me.
Hazel is waiting outside of her apartment building and she looks… for lack of a better word, astounding. She’s wearing a soft red cocktail dress that hugs her ass tightly and pushes her breasts up so that it’s impossible to avoid looking at her inviting cleavage. She gets in the passenger’s seat and kisses me on the cheek.
“Wow. Really happy to see me, aren’t ya?”
Huh? I try to follow her line of sight and see that she’s smiling at my sizable bulge. My cock still hasn’t calmed down from that fantasy I had of her earlier, and seeing her in this red dress has made me ever harder. It’s hard to miss in these wool blend slacks.
I debate giving Hazel a proper answer but instead channel my cool guy persona and bite my lip.
“Yeah, I actually am happy to see you, Hazel. But let’s save this line of thought for after the party.”
She takes a deep concealed breath and cracks her sexy demeanor with a gleeful smile.
“Nice ride,” she says, meaning the Lamborghini I’ve rented for the night. “You really wanted to go all out and wow them, didn’t you?”
I look at her blankly until I realize she means Brittany and Scott.
“Sure did,” I agree, but honestly, the only person I cared about wowing tonight was her.
The drive to Brittany’s place is enjoyably peaceful, but I can see Hazel start to fidget more, the closer we get to our destination. When we pull up to the crowded sidewalk of Brittany’s and Scott’s apartment building right in the heart of Manhattan, I realize we have to drive pretty far away to find street parking.
After I park, we have quite a walk back to the apartment building. Hazel seems nervous, so I take her left hand in both of mine as we walk, and give her hand a tight squeeze every now and then.
This immediately calms her down enough to regain the confidence she showed at the end of our first meeting with Brittany together. I promise her that as long as we’re fake engaged, I will not let that bitch Brittany tear her down. She thanks me and hugs me tight.
Now, it’s party time.