My short story creations....Alittle bit of everything

The Waiting Game

A/N: Hello beautiful people :) Here's a short story that popped in my head and wouldn't leave me alone, so I figured I better give it a go. I will tell you right now, this is for 18 and older...that's why it's listed under restricted, I don't even think it's that bad but there is detailed sexual content that ADULTS ONLY should probably be reading :) Hope you all enjoy.

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God I hate waiting. It's the worst! I used to have the patience of a saint, or so I thought. Until I met him, Mr.Sexy is what I call him. A man that can make my patience dissolve in seconds. There have been times that by him saying just one word I have had temper tantrums in my head because I knew I wasn't going to get my way or going to see him. I blame him for it. I blame him for my new found hatred for waiting.

My mother told me just the other day that I used to never complain when I had to wait a few minutes for something. But there I was sitting at the kitchen table talking to her, barely listening, shaking my leg, biting my lip and looking at my phone willing it to ring or for a text to come through so I'd know if I was going to have company later. It's no ones fault really, but it does mean I do have my seldom bouts of disappointment.

It's all due to conflict of schedules, we both have lives, very busy ones at that, we knew that when we started seeing each other . If you ask me if I think it's worth it, I'll answer with an honest yes.

This guy makes me want him. I get so mad at myself for day dreaming about us being together, or having phone sex which he is great at. You name it, I've thought it, with my over active imagination! I think about the last time he called me from work. I could tell by the way he said hello that he was busy, but he called and tried really hard to make it seem like he wasn't. He knew I wanted to play, and for him to help get me off. He asked me how I was doing, asked me what I was up to that day, making small talk ,which I returned, when all I wanted to do was say "fuck the pleasantries please! Lets play."

I know he doesn't care for that kind of language so I try hard to watch my mouth around him. I answer his questions, tell him what I'm wearing. Then I listen intently as I hear is voice change its already sexy, but when he knows I've dressed for him there's something that changes in it. Damn he is so sexy!

He ask to see what I'm wearing. As much as I'd like to play hard to get, I know i'm going to let him see. So I do as he asks, and he likes what he sees. I'm pleased that he does.

I'm so horny at that moment that I can feel my clit throb. My pussy is wet and my nipples are so hard, I really need to cum and I can't wait for him to start. Before I could voice my thoughts he tells me he's sorry but he has to go, work was calling. I wanted to scream, but what could I do? I told him I understood and I would talk to him later. I was so ready for release that my pussy literally hurt.

I remember it like it was yesterday. Lying back on my bed and spreading my legs. Playing with my nipples until they hardened through my corset, then slowly sliding my hands down my stomach, down my thighs to my wet core. I was so wet, my clit was so hard it was pulsating. I knew it wouldn't take me long to get off. As if on cue just like that night, it seems like the world is against me! My phone goes off keeping me from even my completion in my daydream.

"Dammit"

I growled half laughing at how silly I was being. I mean here I was sitting here at my moms house daydreaming about what could have been one of the earth shattering orgasms ever, and cursing the world for having a sick sense of humor. I really need to get laid.

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Jlynn x