In The Middle Of The Night

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Amanda lay on her bed scrolling through Instagram. She had spent the whole day at home doing absolutely nothing. She sighed as she closed her phone and placed it on her nightstand. 'Honestly, these nights were getting longer and longer. She thought to herself.

She made her way into her bathroom preparing her bathtub for a bath. She tied her hair into a high bun as she placed her bonnet on. She started seeing new growth in her hair and she couldn't be more excited. She finally turned the bathtub water off. She poured in her favorite bath soap and lit some candles. She grabbed her favorite book, gracefully getting into the warm bathwater. "Alexa play In The Middle Of The Night by Elley Duhé."

Amanda read the pages of her favorite mafia/smut book as she wiggled her toes in the water. The chapters in the book were extremely explicit, and she liked that. Hell, she loved it. It seemed to arouse her more than any porn video could. She was touch hungry. She hadn't engaged in any sexual activities for a very long time. She would occasionally meet with a  sneaky link just to get her well-needed orgasm, but lately, she's been pleasing herself. Not that she didn't have anyone, her DMS were flooded. The downside was they all wanted a serious relationship. Amanda was not about that. Her motto was "Hit and dip".

Amanda placed the book down, she began to pinch her nipples while rubbing her clit. She placed her head on the headrest in her tub as she began to finger herself. She played scenarios in her head from scenes of the book she was reading, but instead, she was the main character who was getting her guts rearranged in alphabetical order. One could even say it wasn't her hands that were driving her close to orgasm it was her mind. Her explicit, wild, crazy, erotic mind. Amanda twisted and turned her fingers around. Her moans were getting louder and louder. Fuckkkkkkkk. She moaned. Her toes began to curl as she imagined the male MC thrusting in and out of her with so much rhythm and ease. She imagined his moans and his touch.

Amanda slept with multiple men before but none could manage to make her have a near-death orgasm. Her body count was 4. She didn't want to label herself as a hoe, more so a woman experimenting with what she liked.

She bit her lip as she felt her body reaching its climax. She let out a small piercing moan, as her fluids filled the water. She laid there for a couple of seconds catching her breath before getting out of the bath and starting a cold shower.

Amanda exited the bathroom in her robe. She lotioned her body as she threw on an oversized t-shirt. She jumped into bed and grabbed her phone. She began scrolling through TikTok watching random videos that popped up on her for you page.

A notification popped up on her phone from her boss Edlin Wisley.
She rolled her eyes at the message. It was a mandatory invitation to a business party. Amanda worked as a creative writer at the Rozar Writing Company. She was the main and beloved writer there. She loved her job because she could write her fantasies for others to read but she hated attending the parties. She had to socialize with people who had no real personalities and old perverted men.

She sighed as she sent her boss a quick text letting her know she'll be there. It was a classic-themed party. Nothing too old nothing too new. Just the perfect ratio. The party was tomorrow night. Not much of a gap to find a nice dress, but Amanda would make it work.

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Friday 6:34 pm

Amanda had just finished with her hair. She had it in big wavy curls with a side part. She had decided on doing a soft glam look with small detailed eye makeup.  She wasn't a pro makeup artist but she made it work for herself.

She walked out of the bathroom with speed. She slipped into the black dress that hugged her curves nicely.  She admired herself in her full body mirror. Amanda was obsessed. I mean who wouldn't be.

(Dress reference)

She snapped a couple of pictures before putting her heels on.

(Shoe reference)

The shoes were her favorite. She got them as a gift from one of her sponsors.  Amanda took one last look at herself before she grabbed her black purse and her keys.

Hopefully, tonight goes great. She thought to herself. Little did she know she was in for a big surprise. 

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Blair Events
7:24 pm

Amanda handed her keys to the valet as she made her way into the huge glass building. She was expecting something smaller but was in serious shock. The host was Blair Monstáe. She was well known in the writing industry, a very huge monument for writers like Amanda.

Amanda stepped into the elevator pressing on floor 7. As the doors were about to close a hand stopped them from closing. "Sorry, I didn't want to wait for the next lift" the strange man said.

Amanda simply nodded. She was in shock. This man was a masterpiece. His glistening skin and baby soft curls. Amanda felt her body tense up but in a good way. His face was sculpted to perfection. His attire was enough to make a woman fall to her knees.

The elevator doors parted as both of them stepped out. Amanda could feel the stranger's gaze on her. She swayed her hips as she took each step. The click-clack of her heels filled the big entryway. They were both met with security guards for security checks and invitation scans. As each one got the green light to enter the big diamond-encrusted doors were opened.

The place was bedazzled. Damn Blair has money. Amanda thought. She was ready for tonight.