August 21, 2021
This morning was a shit show.
I don’t even have many thoughts today because I’m so annoyed by Corey.
He slept in late this morning, and that was fine.
The longer he slept, the less time I had to deal with him.
We had both gone through traumatic events last night and should have been resting, but I was up and ready to go.
I tapped him once, and he told me that he still didn’t feel good.
I didn’t bother again. I ordered room service and ate instead of going out to brunch at the place he made reservations at.
As we were nearing checkout, I finally shook him and told him to wake up. It was only then that he dragged himself to the bathroom and took a shower while I packed.
He came out of the shower and kissed me on the cheek, making me roll my eyes.
The last thing I wanted was for him to be showing me any kind of affection after ruining my birthday plans.
I’m sure he knew that I was upset. As a man who barely said anything, he was unusually talkative, and I knew he was just trying to check my temperature.
When it was time to leave, he grabbed my hand. Although I wanted to take it back, I allowed him to hold it because I didn’t want to be rude and hurt his feelings. But with the way my arm dangled, I’m sure he knew it wasn’t a sweet gesture.
We stepped onto the elevator. The hotel was swarming with people checking out.
I gave polite smiles to the people who spoke to me, calling me by my title and wishing me well.
Slowly, it stopped on every floor, allowing more and more people to fill the space.
Corey pulled me closer to him; my back pressed against his front.
We were in public, so it was more protective than inappropriate.
The elevator stopped again, this time on floor six, and when the elevator opened, there was that scent and that statue of a man, Wood. He was standing there with his bags, waiting to get on. I could have evaporated. His eyebrow furrowed quickly, but he recovered as he stepped into the elevator.
“I’m so sorry, but you smell amazing.” The woman said who he stood next to.
“Thank you.” He responded quickly, as he stood against the side of it so the doors could close.
We made eye contact that lingered way too long, and he winked before I turned my head. I stared at the doors, hoping that I didn’t have to endure the elevator stopping five more floors before I could be free.
The gesture was bold, and my pussy throbbed at the smell of him. I could almost feel his hands inside of me, forcing an orgasm out of me. This space wasn’t big enough for both of us.
The elevator reached the main lobby, and we all got off. Corey grabbed my hand again as he led me through the lobby. I was stopped a million times on the way to the car; I even took a picture with a couple of people.
The entire car ride, I stared out the window. Counting down the minutes until I was free again. When Corey pulled into my community, he cut the engine and leaned over to kiss me, which I rejected.
“What’s wrong, baby? You've been acting strange all morning.” He asked.
“Corey, this is not going to work. Our personalities are way too different.” I admitted. Again, I could soften the blow, but I would never lie or sugarcoat anything.
I saw the look on his face, like he didn’t expect this to come. Then we spent the next hour and a half in my driveway talking to no avail. He pleaded his case, but by the time I crossed the threshold of my home, he was blocked, and the code I had created for him to enter my community was revoked.
Life was too short to endure bad relationships. Do you know how bad it has to be that he couldn’t make me want to fuck him? Me? The person who doesn’t think you need a connection to fuck, just a time and place. It was that bad, and I couldn’t overlook it.
On top of him going into anaphylactic shock at the dinner table last night? It was a strong, sturdy no for me.
Inside my house, I took my ponytail out and my bra off before I could make it up the stairs, then I went into my room and lay across the bed. It’s Saturday; I still have one more day of relaxation before I have to put on my professional hat. So, I just wanted to relax.
Wood texted me while Corey was ranting in the car, so I checked his message.
Wood: Damn, you had a long night, huh?
I laughed obnoxiously. He didn’t have a single clue.
Corey has never touched me, and I was going to keep it that way.
But I didn’t owe him that explanation. So, I didn’t respond to his message or the others.
I would get back to them when I needed company.
Instead, I rolled over and grabbed my vibrator from the nightstand.
My own touch would have to do. I placed the vibrator over my clit and allowed the suction to do its job. Normally, it would take nothing more than a couple of minutes before I succumbed to pleasure. But today, it was nothing.
I sighed and then grabbed my phone to text Wood back.
Me: I’m trying to have an even longer day
Once again, his response was rapid.
Wood: I need to feel you again. Let me book another hotel, and I’ll let you know.
I laughed, pressed the button to stop the vibration against my thigh, and tossed it back into the top drawer.
He’s just responded with room details, so I’m about to take a shower, get dressed, and let this fine-ass older man bunny hop me all over the room.
Until next time,
The Heaux