*Beep beep!*
My phone vibrated from the bedside stand, flashing its bright light in this dim room.
I grumbled in frustration, annoyed by whoever it was who just had to disrupt me in the middle of working.
Usually I wouldn't care, as I'd get distracted and shlick afterwards.
But this is one of the few times where my creative mind was flowing nonstop.
One of those rare occasions where I was in 'The Zone'.
"Hello?" I answered the phone with the utmost irritation.
"Hello, your CareerRoad application has been approved. Please dial-"
I ended the call abruptly in an instant. The usual scam call.
It came rarely but it was especially irritating today as it disrupted the flow I was in engrossed in.
It kinda sucked, but at the very least the idea was pretty clear. Just gotta take it from memory, which might be easier said than done now that it's slowly fading away...
Ugh.
Just gotta draw what you can remember and hope you get an eureka moment later.
Start with the pose..
...
My left thumb and index finger held on the 'Ctrl' and 'Z' buttons until the unsatisfactory sketch disappeared.
Maybe some inspiration. Some references.
I grumbled as I scrolled through the usual website I frequent. My fingers rubbing absentmindedly against my womanhood.
But there really was nothing that was getting my creative juices going again. At the very most, it was making my pussy moist.
God dammit.
I reclined my chair as I laid back and began rubbing myself with a little more purpose.
"Mm... A-Ah..."
My eyes closed tightly, moaning quietly as I continued rubbing my crotch, occasionally giving it a little squeeze.
My mind wandered to that night, that hot, steamy session in that hotel.
My hand worked faster, rubbing and flicking my sensitive spots relentlessly.
Little spurts of juices started spilling out of my folds, running down my hand.
I let out another deep, lusty sigh as I slipped my panties to the side and started fingering myself directly.
The warm, slick wetness greeting me instantly as I plunged two of my fingers in.
"Mn.. Ahh! Nnh! Hrmmmff..!"
I bit down on my bottom lip as I continued fucking myself furiously, my fingers rapidly circling that sweet little spot inside that makes my head go blank.
My thighs quivered and trembled as that feeling built up. A familiar warmth that was just begging to be released.
"Ah! Aah, AHH~!!" I screamed, feeling the warm, sticky liquid spraying all over the chair and floor.
"Mm.. hfmm.."
I panted softly to myself, looking down to see what happened, finding myself completely drenched in love juice.
"Oh, fuck it.."
I picked up my phone and went straight to that particular application.
Indiscriminately swiping to match and hook up with whoever, like I usually did.
Old, balding man or handsome, buff dude or first-time virgin boy. Anyone works for me as long as they've got something decent in those pants. As long as it fills the hole.
A few minutes of searching led to a guy matching, one who's pretty nearby too. A picture of a shirtless dude with a muscular physique. He looked fine.
He messaged me first asking where we'd be doing our business at. We settled at a love hotel that was close for both of us so we could meet in the middle.
With that settled, I put my phone into my purse that hung from the door before heading to my bedroom.
I picked out my usual combination, an elegant black tank top with a long, slit skirt and high-heel boots.
Applied a small amount of makeup, just enough to bring out my natural features without overdoing it.
With my outfit and looks good to go, I stepped outside.