Stolen

Chapter One

I have a date today. It's not like any of my usual dates. I'm sittin' on my bed slowly rubbing the cocoa butter lotion on my thighs to gain the perfect moisture. I stand up and slightly  pull on my thong, I contemplated placing my bullet vibrator  firmly between my legs, just incase my date went south, but I decided against i. I walked over to my closet and took my red, off the shoulder, ankle length, thigh high split, polyester dress off the hanger, here I am alone in my room, yet i'm being a tease. As I slowly slide my dress from my ankles towards my curved hips, rocking in a gentle  side to side motion as I fully cover my chocolate body and succulent breasts. I occasionally like to pretend as if i'm a star in one of those fancy romance movies, too bad this is not one, and if it were i'd probably be the only character. 
I met Jo, my date online and after much needed persuasion, I agreed to meet up with him at 6 o clock today at the Italian restaurant on 5th avenue, it's now 5:35 and I'm sitting on my bed in my lucky skintight red dress and my red bottom heels. Truth be told I'm looking to get fucked real hard tonight. My makeup is minimal and my plump lips are covered in my lucky red lipstick, and by lucky I mean real lucky, after all, I always end up with a handsome stranger in my bed. I spray my favorite cologne onto the areas where I expect his nose to touch, behind my ears and on my wrists.
I'm fully dressed, and to exit the house is my current goal before I change my mind.
My uber is outside, ha! you would think a girl like me would have her own vehicle,well I guess its true what they say about judging books. 
Oh crap!!! here I am going on about my date and I haven't even introduced myself, sorry about that, I tend to come off as horrifyingly rude. I'm Carmella Collins, the perfect example of African beauty with my insanely beautiful  chocolate complexion, believe it or not I'm a shorty, I stopped growing at  five feet two and a half inches, my eyes, oh my eyes, are like bulbs, well at least they appear to be that bright, and the color is like burnt caramel.  I rather my shoulder length hair than to have it relaxed I do wear weave occasionally, but ain't nothing like my good ole hair that  I wear mostly in an afro. Now my body, is to diiiiieeeee for, but you will most definitely will get a glimpse of that later on, as soon as I get a man of course!   Well that's me. I appear to be an innocent person but in reality I'm not. I wasn't always like this but that, that my dears is another story.