A night in

You wish that Rita was here.

But… a night in isn’t the worst thing. You aren’t going back to FUTA to take pictures tonight. You don’t have the energy, and you don’t need the money anymore. In fact, since you accepted Annette’s offer, you wonder if the whole voyeur and picture-taking part of your life is over. Well… you’ll have to see about that.

You still enjoy creeping around and taking pictures. You aren’t proud of it, but let’s be real.

You like it.

But not tonight! You eat the meal that you were cooking for yourself and Rita, then some chocolate. Then you do what anyone would do when her partner was out for the night: you grab your vibrator and get comfy on the couch to watch some raunchy Netflix stuff.

You settle in on the couch in your dark living room, opening your robe on your naked body, wine glass in hand as the light of the screen bathes you.

As you watch incredibly attractive people in incredibly beautiful historical costuming flirting, dancing, and fucking, you think about today.

Angela. The drug.

On the screen, a girl has her skirts pushed up over her hips as a guy shoves her into the sheets and fucks her. You turn on your vibe and use it as you watch their sweaty hands grasp for each other, and their bodies intertwined. The girl’s boob pops out of her fancy gown, and sweat drips off her nose as her lover pulls her hair and nuts inside her. They collapse together on the bed, and you gulp more wine and dial up your vibrator. It’s a good night!