Choosing Her Lover

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The following day after work, I have plans. After the previous day’s frustrations, I’m feeling horny as hell. And as luck would have it, I already have an evening arranged with one of my ‘regulars’, Paul.

I see Paul typically once or twice a month, and we enjoy our frolics together. He’s good-looking, doesn’t want any complications and he works magic with his tongue….

My pussy already purring in anticipation of the evening to come, I pick out my little black dress to wear, hanging it out ready, put on my makeup, and brush out my dark hair, leaving it long and loose, the way I know Paul likes.

My laptop bings, an e-mail coming in; it’s from Paul. “Hi Babe. Sorry, can’t make it tonight.”

Damn!

“That’s ok, Paul. Another night later this week?”

“Sorry, Babe. I’ve met someone. It’s serious. I’ll not be hanging out with you again. Hope we’re still friends?”

Oh Hell. I’ll miss him. Still, what can you do?

“Of course we’re still friends. Hope it works out. You know where to find me if it doesn’t.”

“Thanks, Babe. I’ll remember that xx”

There goes my evening. I’m all dressed up and nowhere to go.

Perhaps I should go to the Club? I’m by myself, and as a single woman there, there’s nothing surer than that I’ll get laid….

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The Club is busy tonight, a crowd milling around me. I scan the room, seeing some familiar faces amid the throng. Now, who….

elbow. “Hi, Debbie. By

Steve. I can’t stand the man. No way is he

I’m lying of course. Steve is known for being

for a few minutes while I pointedly ignore

drink, letting

can be a lot of fun. I make my way across the room. Dan spots me as

Want to join

attractive, but looks at me daggers,

tonight, Guys.” I say. “You know me.

We’ll be downstairs if you want to watch. Amy here has never had two together

off with ‘Amy’ in tow, feeling

it’s going to be

My phone bings again.

It’s Ryan….

in town unexpected. u want

is rescued. Immediately I tap a

u. at the

meal if good 4 u? u

hotel good. restaurant name of bailey’s’. off

c u @

is my second meeting with Ryan. I’m not going to call it a date since we both know what we are meeting for. The meal is a prelude, but the main event will be in the hotel

said after we met the first time that, knowing my tastes

he’s got in

I dress? Would the outfit I’m wearing now be over the top? Worn for the

both know what we are meeting for, so…. no, I don’t

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