Sinful Delight And The Masters Might

The Waiting Game *Mature*

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  In all of my short time so far during this life I've noticed we all share one trait ingrained deep in our personalities. No matter how much we think we are different from the next person we all go through a physical pain deep in our soul when we have to admit being wrong. Every one of us will argue passionately trying to get the other person to see our point of view till the bitter end before admitting defeat.

  Case in point would be me currently. Before Drake brought me back to my apartment Sunday, he told me we wouldn't be able to see each other again till the 19th. His work schedule was already booked solid until then. Meaning I wouldn't get to see him again for 18 days!

  Almost three full weeks with only video chat, text, and phone calls to satisfy my craving for him. Spending almost every second of that time with my phone glued to my hand. By the time the second Saturday came around I was going through withdrawals like an addict.

  Before leaving me Sunday afternoon he reminded me of his no touching rule. Placing the palm of his hand between my legs and cupping my sex. His eyes shining with pride and male satisfaction at the way my body jolted at his touch. Heating my blood and bringing my arousal back to life instantly.

  Drake left mere moments later.  Driving away leaving me staring at the back of his car. My body craving his touch more with every inch of distance growing between us. My skin coming alive with electricity under my skin searching for an  outlet. Growing higher everyday since.

  By that twelfth day I couldn't handle it anymore. I felt like something was living under my skin! Crawling like ants begging for his touch and some type of release. In shear desperation I hatched a plan.

  Mel had been reminding me all week she would be gone all day Saturday. A mandatory issue of her presence was needed at her parents for a  family function, someone's birthday. Not returning home till Sunday morning. As soon as I heard her call out a goodbye then the front door shut, I jumped out of bed and started with phase one.

  Drake text me Wednesday morning saying he was flying out to L.A. for the weekend, and coming back later Sunday night. He had meetings starting early in the morning going all throughout the day. Even a late dinner meeting or two. With the three hour time difference and knowing his need for schedules even in another city, I rushed into the bathroom dollying myself up just how he likes.

  While I was getting ready I went over every step of my plan again. Step 1 was to get all decked out. Shiny, smooth skin, hair in perfect curls braided across my nape then falling down the left side of my back, and a glowing natural look to my makeup. With a dark smoky eye for flair.

  Smiling with satisfaction at the sexy look I was going for finished, I went back to my room stopping in front of my closet. I opened the door moving all the clothes forward pulling three outfits from the back.

  All three were outfits I'd worn to the club, and for him. The first was the little red riding hood outfit from our first meeting, then the sexy elf costume from the Secret Santa event. Last was the red lace body-hugging dress from the Valentines Day Auction.

  I laid each outfit on my bed then went back for the shoes and lingerie that went with each one. Once every piece was back with the original I smiled then started putting the first costume on. Walking up to my full length mirror I took several pictures striking a different pose with each one. Starting off with innocent all the way too risqué.

  The first few pictures were like some teenager trying to play dress-up in her moms clothes. Trying to make myself look innocent in a barely there lingerie, fishnets, thigh-high boots, and a small red cape wrapped around my shoulders was ridiculous. Though a few of the more sexy poses held some promise.