I get home from work to my NYC apartment and I'm stressed out. Of course I am, I've worked 40 hours this week and it's only Wednesday. I Walk straight to my bed, plop down on the edge of it, grab my bowl from my nightstand, and take my first hit of the day. Deep breath in and as I exhale I can start to feel my day and it's worries falling away.
I'm 27, white, blonde hair with blue eyes and a sweet girly demeanor. I live alone, work too much, and never have time to myself. I'm chubby and in this city chubby is basically obese and I don't get much attention. When I go out with my friends for drink after work, I am the only one who isn't hit on all night. It's fine, I'm fine.
I check the time on my phone - 8pm - and know I should start to get ready. You're on your way over.
I unzip my jacket, hang it, and begin to slide my pants down as I walk to my door. I unlock it. I walk back to my bed, throw my pants in the hamper, and crawl on top of my covers while unhooking my bra. I throw it aside and lay down on my back with just my shirt and black panties.
I take another hit and put some music on; background noise. I take a few more hits and start to zone out while my hand slides down to touch myself. I'm already wet.
You're at the door. Nervous? Excited? Horny.