Author's Note: This story is a work of fiction, derived from my own insatiable imagination. Any resemblance to others, real or imaginary, is purely coincidental. Please note that this work contains detail that involves anal play, power/control and orgasm denial/edging
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Candy was a cute 33-year old blonde, petite and with voluptuous 36C breasts with large pink nipples. Her hair was long and wavy, reaching almost down to her rounded, soft white ass cheeks. She had a soft belly and thick thighs, a few extra pounds gracing her soft flesh, nothing out of the ordinary for a 'real' woman. Candy enjoyed the fact that she had curves. She had no desire to look like one of those stick-thin models. The softness of her flesh and the overflowing handfuls when she grasped her breasts reminded her that she was more than enough. Her size didn't define her. She was a short 5 feet 2 inches tall and weighed an average of 165 pounds, sometimes fluctuating up or down a few. To her, she was beautiful inside and out, just the way she was. 'After all,' she thought to herself, 'my lovers have never complained.'
Candy loved to play in the bedroom, and usually jumped at the opportunity to tease and tantalize others to the brink, then keep them there as long as possible before finally giving them permission for release. It made her excited to think about her lover begging for permission to cum, and she often used this fantasy as a fuel for her own lusty imagination when she masturbated. There wasn't anything she loved more in this world than to hear her lover saying "Please, oh please god, please let me cum!" It almost always made her climax right then and there, just to hear that utterance out of the mouth of her partner. She loved to play edging games with her lovers - both women and men.
Candy was feeling particularly hot one day and decided to head out to the club for a night out on the town. It was a Friday night in June, the weather warm and the evening ripe with possibilities. As she pulled up to Club Sapphire, she could feel a familiar warm sensation between her legs. The tight form-fitting red dress she was wearing hugged her curves in all the right places. She had also made sure to put on a pair of red thong underwear before leaving the house, but not before putting a plug inside her tight little sphincter. The plug had a beautiful purple heart-shaped jewel at the flange end. She loved to feel the plug as it stretched her tight hole and moved inside her with every movement she made, feeling the slight tugging sensation as her pink hole clamped down around it, her sphincter holding on tightly. When she sat, it drove the plug deeper into her hole, pressing firmly into the walls of her rectum and driving her wild.
Candy walked into the club and sauntered up to the bar slowly, greeting the sexy brunette bartender, a woman in her forties, with a bright smile and a twinkle in her eye. "What can I get ya?" the bartender asked, returning Candy's smile with a little wink.
"How about a daiquiri," Candy replied, a slight smile crossing her lips before lightly biting her lip. "It's a special occasion."
"You got it, love." the bartender replied before quickly getting to work preparing the drink. Candy sat at the bar, smoking her cigarette, the ash getting long as she mindlessly smoked it, lost in her own thoughts about the evening she hoped would materialize. She closed her eyes momentarily, allowing herself to fantasize about her lover, begging for permission to cum, as she stroked and teased them mercilessly, keeping the anticipation building for as long as possible, watching them tremble with desire.
"Hi," she heard suddenly, awakening her out of her fantasy. She looked over quickly, stunned at what she saw.
Dirk was 35 years old, with blue eyes, blonde hair and tattoos covering most of his body. He had a killer smile and eyes that would melt any girl's heart. He stood about 5 foot 9 and weighed about 175 pounds, a slight belly in the middle but a more than generous package down below, if the bulge in his jeans was any giveaway. She had always admired Dirk's body, she knew him well. After all, he was her ex.
"Come here often?" Dirk asked her teasingly with a smile, nudging her arm slightly as he sat on the barstool next to her before ordering a Bud Light.
"No, not really," she answered him quickly, which they both knew was a lie. She had been coming here often since their split, enjoying the scene and meeting new people. She was still trying to get over him, and if she was honest with herself, she didn't think she ever would. Any girl would kill to be with Dirk, she thought wistfully to herself, flicking her ash and realizing her cigarette had burned down to her fingers. She pushed the butt forcefully into the ashtray, irritated that she had missed her opportunity to smoke, and quickly lit another, her fingers trembling slightly. He had always had that effect on her.
"Yeah, me neither." Dirk said, straining to try to talk over the loud music booming throughout the bar, the bright red and blue strobe lights periodically casting their faces in bright light followed by shadow.
'That's probably because he's already got some new arm candy,' she thought to herself somewhat bitterly, flicking her ash towards the ashtray even though there was no ash to flick yet. Her mind raced as she thought about how happy he probably was now, how unfair it was, and that she secretly hoped his new piece was an ugly, hairy monster. This thought brought a slight smile to her lips, and she took a long sip of her drink.
"What?" Dirk asked, noticing her smirk.
"Oh, nothing," she replied, before continuing. "I was just thinking how happy I am for you that you have someone new. I mean, since you don't come here often."
