---The Breastie and the clock---
Hello everyone, your favorite fashion reporter is back! And I brought more facts than you can handle! Promise! The last sexventure ended with a real shocker and I needed a break to process everything that happened. So, believe me when I tell you that I'm sorry you had to wait again. It's not going to turn into a habit! Pinky swear!
Anyway, an investigative journalist needs time to research. I didn't want to be caught with my pants down again, so I prepared a lot more diligently for my next sexploration. This time, I made sure to be the main character in my story. But I had a hurdle to clear before I got the chance to cross my next kink off the bucket list. And it proved to be quite the obstacle because I had to work against the clock.
But first, let's circle back to the scene at the alumni apartment. Remember, I had been on a mission to find out what had happened at the Vonderstore between my bestie Holly and Matt's top bros. Instead of telling me the story, however, the fratboys made me relive it in all its gory detail. In the end, the arrogant alumni even wanted me to give up my ass for them, which I politely declined. So, they tossed my clothes out the window and kicked me out of the apartment.
So, here's the cliff note version of what happened when I was standing butt naked in the hallway. My skin was burning so hot that I was afraid it would melt any moment. At the same time, my pussy was throbbing hard as hell. After descending the first flight of stairs, I almost stopped to finger my clit and chase that well-deserved orgasm. Only, the risk of getting caught kept me from doing so! But it was close, real close!
In the end, I had to run around with my legs pressed together. Like walking on egg shells! Stepping out of the house, I quickly found my clothes on the front lawn. I could see the lighted window and the three filthy fratsters watching me. But I had no time to lose! Turning around, I wanted to rush back inside to get dressed in the hallway. At least, the building offered a bit of protection from unwanted glances! But the door was faster than me, as it was self-closing. Damn my luck!
Full of panic, I looked around. The street was barely lit, and no cars were passing by, at least not at that moment. Nevertheless, I ran around the corner of the house to get away from the windows. On the way there, I suddenly heard a car approaching. Fuck this shit! I frantically jumped behind a bush to hide. What a desperation move! Crouching down, I hectically put on my jeans and top, even though it was torn to shreds. I didn't even clean the cum off my boobs, so the white fabric stuck to my titty skin, immediately becoming transparent.
Truth be told, I was so scared that I couldn't really think straight. There was no way I wanted to get spotted by a pair of headlights and be exposed to a stranger. So, I waited until the vehicle had driven off before I rushed down the driveway and went straight to my car. Real quick, I got in and sped off. Only when I stopped at the first red light did I realize that my face was still covered in cum. Shocker!
Can you believe it, folks? I was sitting in my car on a public road with a cumface! So, what did I do? I didn't scrape the drying spunk off my cheeks. Instead, my hand shot between my legs. I couldn't help it! I fingered myself to an earth-shattering orgasm right there at the traffic light. The signal turned green, but I didn't go. Instead, I stood there for another red period until I finally came back down to earth. Just imagine if a cop car had stopped next to me. The mind boggles!
Anyway, the whole sexventure had proven one thing. Matt is a lot of things, but he's not the responsible type of guy to be trusted with a role as Dom or mentor. He's more of a laid-back slacker with no desire to engage in a significant long-term relationship. He's a hunter focused on the thrill of the chase, but that's where it ends for him. Sloth style, not Dom style, that's his thing!
For me, it's clearer than ever that this is my personal journey! First, I need to figure out what I want and what I don't want. And that's where my bucket list comes into play. Only after I find my true self, I can focus on relationships and stuff like that.
---Nudy makes moves---
Before I could focus on myself, I had to clear up a few things with Holly. It was too much to simply sweep it under the rug. Now that I knew all the details, I was mad as hell! And that's why we got into a heated argument... but not what you think, folks! There was no bitchfight with hair pulling and mud wrestling, it was a savage slanging contest instead.
My frustration with Holly wasn't without effect. I needed compensation and I found something that worked like a recreational activity. As a result, I focused more and more on my appearance. I started wearing heavier makeup, to the point that I applied mascara, highlighter, and contour on the daily. Eventually, I went for smokey eyes and long, fake eyelashes whenever I went for a night out. Have you ever heard about work-life-balance, folks? For me, it's all about the balance between stressors and resources. My arguments with my bestie and fights with my family are the stressors, my beautification and sexploration are the resources. And I have to keep both sides in balance. Makes sense, doesn't it?
But of course, my saucy style didn't remain unnoticed, neither by customers in the store nor the people in the mall. And I liked the effect! Their looks reminded me of the objectification I had experienced as Ditzy-the-Dummy and the memory put me in a positive mood. As it turned out, however, it wasn't just a delicate balance, but also a vicious cycle. The more I argued with Holly, the sassier I dressed. The saucier I looked, the more I got into fights with my family, which I met with more beautifications. As you see, this thing escalated quickly!
Speaking of beautifications. One day, I finally acted on something I had been flirting with for a long time. After a particularly frustrating shift at work, I desperately needed compensation and I found it in a nail salon. It was something new that didn't fit my college persona. And so, Holly was totally flabbergasted when she saw my brand-new French mani. The long, coffin-shaped nails with white tips are longer than it's practical for work. But that's intentional! I'm fully aware that it makes my clumsier and slower at all manual work like folding clothes. But then again, it makes me feel more like the dimestore doll, which sweetened my boring work routine and made the daily hassles bearable. I didn't care about those menial tasks at the Vonderstore anyway. High performance my ass! By now, my appearance was way more important to me!
Of course, the change had immediate consequences! All hell broke loose at home. My parents kicked up a terrible fuss and gave me a good scolding. My father actually went so far as to threaten to kick me out of the house if I didn't start behaving normally again. Whatever the old man means by normal! He's so far behind the times on that one! But the threat hardly worried me. My parents would never go that far. Then again, I must confess that the idea of my dad grounding me or giving me a time-out made my pussy throb. It reminded me of an item on the bucket list and made me think back to the brobang! As you see, I was ripe and ready for a new sexpedition! I needed to bang and bad!
