Maria came home to her apartment to learn that her boyfriend was nowhere to be found.
She flipped her mid-back length brown hair and let out a sigh. Lately, it seemed as if Mike didn't care at all about her or her happiness. She could hardly remember her last orgasm.
"He's probably out with the guys again," the twenty-two year old whispered to herself.
Then Maria had an idea. Maybe he was in the bed room right now waiting to get between the sheets. Her heart raced and her red lipsticked mouth flipped into a smile.
Maria swished her hair once more and headed towards the bedroom. She took off her heels to make the voyage quieter. The door was closed, and from what she could see from the crack along the floor, the lights were off. Maria took a breath and got ready to get nasty. She opened the door.
The bed was empty. She could feel her heart fall and shatter into a million pieces. Early that morning, before she left for her job at a travel agency, Mike had whispered in her ear "Come on home babe. Let's have a little fun." This had left butterflies in her stomach and she had to take constant trips to the bathroom at work to masturbate to calm down.
Tears rolled silently down Maria's face. She flung herself into bed in the dark room and hugged a pillow to her painted face.
Somewhere in the midst of silently crying, something poked Maria in the shoulder. This scared her so bad she almost wet her pants. She looked up from the soggy, makeup covered pillow and saw a face beaming down on her. She didn't have the time to find out who it was because the person jumped on her.
The man wrapped her in a sexy embrace and kissed her neck.
