I simply wanted to get laid… no wait… I really wanted to get laid… scratch that… I wanted to FUCK. I wanted to feel a man’s cock pounding inside me, shake from the way he drove himself deeper than before. I wanted to wrap myself around a man and feel him explode inside me and milk every last drop out of him.
There was only one problem – no man in my life. I’m considered “cute” a sexual death sentence o if I’ve ever heard one. People have daughters that are cute. Sisters are cute. Even puppies and kittens are cute. Cute doesn’t get the kind of sex I wanted. I pondered the problem as I walked home from work.
Frustrated, I went through my closet looking for an outfit that would say available and dangerous. What I found were tweeds, sweaters and professional wear. I came to a simple realization – not only did people call me cute – I called myself cute – holy shit…..
Head reeling, I went out on the balcony and looked out at the city lights. I sat down heavily on the chaise and propped my head in my hands, trying to figure how it had come to this. Problem was, my v brain had room for only one thought – sex – I decided to do something crazy, yet simple. I decided to seduce the first male I saw and use him as I wanted. The danger of course was in the commitment – what if the first guy was a total loser? Oh, well…
I went to my apartment door, opened it and walked out, and almost collided with my neighbor bringing home some groceries. Gennie is a wonderful neighbor and has been a good friend over the years. A single mom, she’s done a great job with her two boys, and I was happy to exchange small talk for a moment or two… then her door opened and there stood Blaine. “Hi, Kat” , he smiled, “You and Mom always make so much noise out here when you talk – c’mon in and finish your chat” Gennie poured us a couple of drinks, and we chit-chatted while she put away the groceries.