At Home Alone

After the dinner, I was unable to focus on anything else but Jack. His deep voice, piercing eyes, and the way his suit hugged his body. I found myself thinking about his touch and the way his lips might feel against mine.

As soon as I reached home, I decided to take a shower to calm my nerves but instead found myself becoming increasingly aroused as I pictured Jack in my shower with me. My thoughts wandered and I started fantasizing about what it would be like to be submissive to him. To finally give in to him and let him control me. I wanted to be his toy.

I realized then that my feelings with the scarf was not enough; I needed more to satisfy my curiosity and desire. I changed into a loose shirt and shorts and lay down on my bed, my mind buzzing with possibilities. Suddenly the thoughts of Jack became too much to bear, and I slid my hand down my shorts and began stroking myself, imagining him watching me.

The thought of him being the one to bring me to orgasm was almost too much to handle. As I lay there, I wondered if Jack felt this way about me too, or if I was just a conquest to him.