Dressed to be a Slut

It was Saturday night and she was all alone in the house. Her mother and sister had gone out to have dinner and see a movie that she'd already seen, and she was happy to be alone with time for herself for a change. She worked so hard during the week on her studies that these few hours were precious, a time for a full fantasy masturbation. Her social life was pretty limited; the men in the fantasies were the only ones she saw now. She had sacrificed everything for the sake of her scholarship, and this make-believe sex was the only kind she had time for.

She'd already showered and put on her makeup, a bit more than she would ever would have worn in public. Her eye shadow and black eyeliner enhanced her natural sparkling brown eyes, and her lipstick was so shiny it was almost obscene, as if her lover's semen still glistened on her lips. Her earrings were outrageous: long, shimmery strands of silver tinsel that flashed with the least movement of her head and gleamed wickedly against her dark auburn hair. She'd perfumed herself too, and even rouged her nipples to make them stand out. She felt deliciously wicked and wanton, a true whore, and it excited her terrifically. This was her favorite game.