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Scented candles glowing onthe nightstand, toys set out, lube warming beside my thigh. I wasmorethan ready for a nice, relaxing evening after the day I’d had.
No more manager. No morerecord company. No more worrying about looming deadlines.
A thrill of anticipationcurled in the pit of my stomach as I opened my laptop. Lower lip caught betweenmy teeth, I clicked on a new tab—one to add to the other forty-seven—and foundthe bookmark I was looking for hidden in a folder labeledrecipes.
The stress melted away as Iscrolled through my options. Acres and acres of perfect skin stretched outbefore me, all mine to choose from.
An old favorite, watched somany times I could almost picture the whole thing from the thumbnail, crossedthe screen.
Yeah, that was the one.
Tonight wasn’t a night forsomething new. I needed comfort, and what was more comforting than watching atall, dark, and handsome porn star fuck someone I over-identified with until hecame screaming?
A lot of things were morecomforting than that, but I didn’t have any of them. So, porn it was. Again.
Decision made, I hit playwith a tiny, shy smile on my face. I loved the way this one started, like itwas their first time, with soft assurances that it’d feel sogood.
Iknewthey wereactors. I wasn’tstupid. But it was so easy to believe that these two people were having a goodtime together.
It was easy to imagine thisbeingme, with someone I liked, about to have the same incredible firsttime. Gentle and caring and super hot.
I flicked the lube open, thefamiliar click sending a shiver of anticipation down my spine. My cock wasalready starting to show an interest. The routine was so familiar my body knewexactly what to do every step of the way.
Pouring a bead of lube out ontomy fingers, I let my eyes fall closed for just a moment, Tall, Dark, andHandsome’s deep, warm voice washing over me. I loved his voice the most. I lovedvoices,period.
I hummed as I warmed thelube between my fingers, rolling onto my side to touch each of the three toys I’d gotten out. Iwas leaning toward the big purple one, but the others had their appeal.
Fondling the flesh-coloredone that was a tiny bit softer, I stroked my cock idly, humming as it hardenedunder my fingers.
I needed this.
My two beautiful boys werestripping off, and I took the opportunity to stretch out and relax, going backto the purple dildo. It was bigger, which was good and bad—good becausebigger,but bad because it needed more prep. Was this a take it slow night? Or more ofa get off and get to sleep one?
The sudden sound of my phonevibrating made me jump. I grabbed it with a huff, fumbling as I picked it up.Who the hell was texting me this late at night?
If this was Dwayne—or anyoneelse at Harmony Records—they were getting ignored until the morning. I’d had enough ofeveryone for the day, and all I wanted was to get off and go to sleep.
“Hello?” a man’s voicespoke.
From my phone speaker.
Oh no. Ohno.
It wasn’t a text. Mylube-slicked thumb had slipped and answered the incoming call.
What kind of barbariancalled at nine o’clock at night?
Why had he called while Iwaswatching porn? I didn’t deserve this. I was a good person.
Ihadto pause thisvideo before it started getting loud. I knew how it went, and I was alreadycutting it close. Desperate, I lunged for my laptop. I had to shut the soundoff before I got busted.
My heart shuddered to anear-stop as the phone slipped out of my lube-coated fingers and onto themattress.
Right next to my laptopspeaker.
