The stupid girdle strangled my ribs all night, and I didn’t feel like being constricted by any more items of clothing tonight. My sheets were soft from too many washes, pale moonlight and ambient lighting from the city casting shadows in my small room.
It barely fit my bed, bookshelf and dresser, but I couldn’t complain. Real estate in New York didn’t come cheaply, and our two bedroom was the best Tiana and I could afford. It’d been home for nearly a year, and we made it feel cozy enough.
Lying in my bed, I closed my eyes and waited for sleep to drag me under to the symphony of city sounds coming up from the streets below. Only, images of hot guy played behind my eyelids and refused to leave and let me succumb to sleep.
I remembered feeling his body against mine. Wondered if he looked the same after a vigorous fuck as he had when I left the club. That thought led me down the rabbit hole and landed me straight in my imagination, where he was fucking me with the same kind of sure rhythm he’d had on the dance floor.
Heat and wetness pooled between my legs. If I moved even a little, I could feel the slickness gathered there, turning me on more. My nipples pebbled, brushing against the smooth sheets. I wished they were just a little rougher. Something that would stimulate my nipples instead of just sliding over them.
My body begged for attention. I squirmed, causing the dull ache between my legs to intensify. My clit hardened, standing to attention. Begging for it. I imagined what it would feel like to have hot guy pushing inside me, his pubic bone brushing against my clit as he pounded into me.
An involuntary moan fell from my lips. The picture in my head was so vivid, almost like he was really there.
I knew he was well-endowed. I’d felt him against my stomach. I could practically feel him stretch me open, fucking me long and hard and good.
“Fuck,” I muttered. I had to stop thinking about this. I would never get to sleep otherwise. Briefly contemplating getting out my trusty vibrator after all, I decided to just roll over and get some sleep.
Tomorrow is a new day. With all the plans I had for the coming week, I better be well rested. A quick orgasm wasn’t going to satisfy this need. It would go away by tomorrow. For tonight, I just needed to focus on tomorrow and forget about fucking guys who were way out of my league.