Escaping the walls of my bedroom

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I just had to get out of that fucking house! I made a decision to fight whatever hidden spirit that was holding me down, making me want to lie in my bed, curled up in  a fetal position just withering away. I had to fight it! Why is my mind able to produce such brilliant ideas, perfect analogies, iron clad pitches for my company, making me their top performing employee but, for the life of me I can't seem to stop my emotions from keeping me crippled? It doesn't make sense. Who is invited to the biggest events of my life…..the pity parties I threw so well? Lissan, it's time to make a change! Get up! My mind kept screaming at my body and I eventually got up to a sitting position... progress. 
I started sorting the tasks in my mind, creating a "to do" list...1, find outfit ,2. Put my make-up together (they're always in disarray) 3, get a shower….etc. 

I haven't been out of this house in ages but, I did have nice clothes. I decided on something sexy... classy with a hint of ratchet. I selected a pair of black knee high gladiator wedge heels, a pair of black bootie shorts (heels and short shorts made my stumpy legs look longer), black corset top which had silver hoops for the leather straps to be laced through. I picked my outfits based on my physique. I am 5 feet 2 inches tall, a little on the chunky side weighing in at 16olbs, didn't have much ass but, had a perfect pair of D's, beautiful almond dark brown eyes, cute nose and full lips (I used to be teased about them in elementary school) but, they've since become my favorite assets. I had a boyish haircut that suited my rounded face perfectly. I have a few  insecurities but, my face wasn't one of them….. except for this damn double chin! Anyway, I was getting excited about the prospect of going out, finally. It was a Saturday night and the strippers are usually banging hot, at my favorite strip club called; Lust. It was also "end of month" so, there'd l be many eligible men with money to spend, some single but, most would be married men who needed a break from the monotony that married life often burden them with.
They were there to feel young and desirable again and I'd be there with my most compelling smile which tends  to drive them wild. I got out of the oversized t-shirt I was wearing, got into the shower and let the powerful, very cold stream hit me from head to toes which served to revitalize and rejuvenate me. I used my bar soap as I loathed the liquid soap which I found was way too slippery and made me hot and sweaty. Besides, I loved the lingering smell Irish Spring left on my skin. I shaved my armpits and my vulva as I was definitely planning on getting some tonight. I shampooed my hair….3 times and conditioned it. Lathered my whole body again and while lathering, my nipples became taut and my pussy did that contracting, expanding thing….I think it was because of the anxiety. Anxiety makes me horny………. I positioned my body in such a way that the streams of water hit my nipples which stung a little but, also felt like they were being tugged on and nipped  by an overly eager mouth. I slid my right hand down between my thighs, grabbed the source of the burning heat that was coursing through every single vein in my body and grabbed my two outer labias with my thumb and index finger, capturing my now very engorged clit, between them. I squeezed the lips together causing them to massage my clit. I slipped my middle finger down, dipped into my vagina, which was hot and throbbing! The soft, wet, warm, velvety smoothness of my insides did wonders to me! It felt like my fingers were being cushioned by my folds and my slippery juices were in abundance. I spread it upwards towards my throbbing clitoris and I started to move my fingers in small circular motions to the left side and paired with the jet streams of water on my nipples, I thought I'd pass out from the pleasure of it all. I bit down on my bottom lip so hard that I almost drew blood and as that familiar sensation threatened to overtake my entire existence, I couldn't help crying out...fffuuuuccckkkk!!!!

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