Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24804 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
But the best thing about my apartment are the large windows along the back wall which let in lots of natural light. I set up a workstation in that corner because I love to paint while basking in the sun or while watching the stars at night.
Crossing my apartment, I decide to give painting a try. I usually do some of my best work when I’m feeling emotional, and tonight my emotions are on a rollercoaster ride, so maybe a classical masterpiece is at my fingertips. I grab my paint palette and start squirting a few different colors on it, ignoring the fact that I’m going for almost all moody blues and grays. This painting might turn out a little gothic, but if it helps me calm my nerves, then I’m fine with it.
Once I have the supplies ready, I set myself up in front of my easel with my brush poised in one hand. I stare at the blank canvas, and just keep staring. Paint drips on my bare knee, and I jerk out of my stupor. Art is something I’ve always loved because it’s been a way for me to work through shit, but right now I’m drawing a complete blank, and staring at this blank canvas in front of me is somehow making me feel worse. Honestly, it’s the perfect representation of my life now. No job. No love interests. No money, and no future. Blank, just like the canvas.
Getting up, I drop the paint palette and brush back on the small cabinet where I keep my art supplies. Even more depressed now, I crawl into bed, pull out my phone, and start scrolling like a maniac. It’s pathetic and obviously I don’t have any money, but maybe a little online window shopping is what I need.
But just as I’m about to click on a particularly fetching top, the sound of a woman moaning starts. What’s going on? To my chagrin, a new screen pops open by itself, and the image is of a woman touching herself with her head thrown back in ecstasy. Oooh weird. Pop-ups are so aggressive these days, and I have no idea why this happened. At least I’m alone, and not in a coffee shop.
I start to turn it off and go back to my internet shopping plan, but the woman on the screen really seems to be enjoying herself, and she isn’t going about things in the typical way. To my shock, when I look more closely she’s got a toy jammed in her bottom with a vibe on her pussy, and her body is trembling as she enjoys the double stimulation.
My heart starts beating a little faster and I bite my lip as I watch the woman’s actions grow more frenzied. I can already feel my skin starting to heat up, and my face feels hot. Slowly, pushing my robe to the side, I free one large breast and sigh as I cup the orb. My fingers run over my already sensitive skin, and then I roll my nipple between my fingers and moan in time with the woman pleasuring herself on my phone.
For the first time since I ran out of the Wilshire Hotel, I feel something other than sadness, so I go with it. Laying my phone down for a moment, I reach into the box I keep on the shelf beside my bed and decide to indulge, grabbing my favorite dildo, a silicone vibrator, and lube. Then I remove my robe and toss it to the floor, and use one of my pillows to prop up my phone to watch the woman pleasure herself on the screen as I simultaneously enjoy myself.
I lean back and spread my legs, and put my vibrator on its lowest setting. Then I slide it between my legs and press it against my stiff nub. “Unnh!” I gasp. Unable to stay still, I circle the vibrator around my clit, rolling my hips as my body begins to pulse.
Within minutes I’m utterly wet, and I need more than just a vibrating tease to take the edge off. So I grab my dildo and the lube, making sure to get the toy oiled up well. I move up onto my knees, facing my phone so I can watch the woman on screen as I smear some more of the lube on my fingers. Then I reach behind myself, running my fingers between my cheeks as I moisten my back hole. Oh god, that feels good! My eyes squeeze shut as I press a finger inside and work myself for a moment, loosening the tight muscles of my ass. Then I grab the toy and position it beneath my bottom. Very slowly, I lower myself onto the stiffness, giving my body time to adjust as I push the rubber shaft further inside.