Chapter 31 Wanting for Him

• After that encounter with a stranger at a bar, Jade Louise visited the place every day; the same place, the same time. She felt rejected and sad. The stranger was nowhere to be found. On the seventh day, she stayed at her apartment alone thinking about what to do, and imagining the stranger even more, “If he is really the Jordan that I knew before, then, why he did not tell me personally?"
• Undressed, Jade Louise headed for her bed and curled up beneath her thick blankets. With gentle affection she slid her right hand down her chest and along her stomach until she pulled forward the end of her nightgown, leaving her lower body uncovered. The same hand tucked itself beneath her panty and traveled over her soft, smooth mound. A single finger dipped between the lips of her flower, and she began to stroke with tiny, teasing motions. Already wet from her wild imagination while flirting at the bar and the fantasies of the mysterious stranger, Jade Louise’s body was more than ready for her attention. The little nub she toyed with engorged quickly and amplified pleasure swelled within. She fantasized about the stranger that had showed up at her door that night, and the hairs around his temple — would the hairs elsewhere on his body? She imagined his chest and stomach, and what they might look like speckled with silver. How magnificent an experienced Jumbo hotdog must look nestled in a dark patch of pubic hair struck through with steel? The finger at her flower circled a little faster, and Jade Louise lifted her hips just enough to grind against it in response.
• Long ago she had learned to mute her activities, so no gasps or moans tumbled from her lips. Instead, she buried her face against a pillow and fought to regulate her breathing. Playing with herself had always left her forgetting to breathe, and as her heart raced and her lungs began to burn, Jade Louise knew she had to calm down. If she came this early into the night, she’d waste the best material she’d ever have for a quick fix. Thoughts of the man had to be savored. She had to let herself edge for as long as she could before succumbing to orgasm. A few minutes bled into tens of minutes, and then longer. Jade Louise was no longer aware of time. From thought to thought she moved, one time imagining the texture of his coarse bristles on her chin and cheeks as he kissed her, the next picturing how he’d look between her legs, his body suspended over his by the support of his palms on either side of her head. And then, how he’d have her kneel on the bed like the bad, naughty girl she was, but instead of lashing her for her behavior, he’d teach her what bad girls really deserved. How he’d drive his thick penis into her flower and breed her from behind like the slutty little animal she was. She was still young enough, yet how he’d fuck her continuously. The swell of orgasm loomed, and jade Louise had to find the strength to lift her finger from her clit. No. No, it wouldn’t be yet. Not until she’d worked the thoughts to exhaustion.