I feel like I’m drowning. I’m suffocating and I’m tired of fucking adulting. My daily routine is overwhelming me because of it’s redundant normalcy. Don’t get me wrong, I haven’t given up on life. I’ve given up on living. There’s a difference. I don’t want to die. I just don’t want to be bothered. Most of the time I don’t feel like company. I’m annoyed easily by everything and everyone. Is this depression? Maybe.

Whatever it is I’ve grown content with it. All I do is work. All I’ve been doing is making sure others obtain their goals. I’ve tried to be an entrepeneur. But every market seems saturated. Every idea I come up with and get excited about seems to already have thousands of people doing it already. I can’t find my winning niche. I’ve tried investing but I’ve had more losses than gains. I’m just tired. I’m tired of the endless failures.

I’ve just turned 35 and I’ve been single for 2 years now. I won’t take full blame for my last relationship. I will say that I had a hand in sabotaging it. Maybe I should’ve took some time to myself to heal before entering that relationship from another previous one. It grew toxic. I grew bitter. We grew apart after trying to stick it out for 6 years.

So now I’m here sitting in a restaurant reflecting while waiting on my date. My coworker Taylor practically begged to fix me up with someone. She was relentless in her efforts. I finally conceded. Working together over the years grew our bond. Although I’ve always declined her invites to functions, she never stopped asking. She was full of life, always broke, promiscuous, non judgmental, and wholeheartedly optimistic. Sometimes it felt like it was her life’s mission to get me to laugh or smile.

She caught me on a good day when she asked for the 15th time to set me up. So now here I am waiting on my blind date who’s 5 minutes late now. Strike one!

If he didn’t show up it would be his loss. I hadn’t had sex in 2 years and I planned on letting him be my one night stand. My only requirement was he didn’t get 3 strikes from me by the end of the night. It wasn’t looking good for him at this point. He’s already a strike down.

I saw a man come into the restaurant with a bouquet of roses. He was so well groomed I figured it couldn’t be my guy. But the host pointed my way. The beads of sweat began to form on my forehead. How in the hell did Taylor know him? Did she fuck him? How could she not? He was fine! When he spoke to me I damn near lost it. His voice was deep DEEP! How the hell was he single?

“Hey beautiful. I’m sorry I’m late I couldn’t find a parking spot. I’ll try my best to make it up to you”

Strike reversed I thought. How could I be mad at this fine specimen of a man?

“ It’s ok, no worries” I tried to sound unbothered and sexy at the same time.

“ I hope you like roses “

“ Thank you”

I smelled the roses and our waiter offered to put them at the front til we were ready to leave. She took our orders and disappeared with the roses. For some reason I was immediately comfortable with him. There was something about his demeanor that was inviting and it allowed me to let my guard down.

We talked for hours. We were the last ones to leave the restaurant. He opened up to me about being depressed for almost a year. He use to be a day trader but lost everything. Covid had turned the markets upside down and nothing made sense. We bonded over talking about investments. He was intelligent with several degrees so he was already working for a Fortune 500 company and looking to start a business. We bonded over that too as I told him about my failures.

I didn’t give him a single strike the entire night. My pussy was well aware of this fact as it began to throb. I was yearning for him with every subtle touch he would give me. After I told him I took a Uber, he offered to give me a ride home. I let him. I invited him in when we arrived at my house. He accepted.

As I was putting the key into my door he whispered in my ear.

“I want to make you feel good tonight”

I smiled without facing him. His voice nearly made me have an orgasm. I opened the door and once we stepped in he closed it behind us. I was too thirsty. I planned on offering him a drink but I undressed in the living room, and offered myself to him instead.

He got on his knees in front of me and spread my legs while I was still standing. He grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. His mouth was perfectly aligned with my pussy. He started licking me up and down and kissing it. He was making love to my pussy with his mouth and it felt so damn good I lost my balance. We both giggled but didn’t say anything. He picked me up and carried me to the couch. He sat me down and went back to work.

He was sucking on me, licking on me, and like he’d known me forever, he was loving on me. It was all about my pleasure and pleasing me. He moved his right arm like a preying snake up my body. He massaged my breast and then he inserted two of his fingers in my mouth. I sucked the shit out of his fingers. I was suctioning them with my mouth bobbing on them. I wanted to give a glimpse of what I eagerly anticipated doing to him. He removed his wet fingers from my mouth and inserted them in me. I gasped. He definitely knew what he was doing and it was a beautiful feeling.

My pussy danced to the movement and sound of his tongue. My body egged him on thrusting me into his face to keep the rhythm going. We motioned together going faster and faster. I was leaking and he was slurping it up without missing a beat. He knew I was cumming. He removed his fingers replaced them with his tongue and grabbed hold to my ass. My clitoris was rubbing against his mustache making me tingle all over. His hands forcing my body to grind on his mouth with speed. He tongue fucked me harder and harder. I snatched every letter from the alphabet except O and sang that motherfucker!

“ Oooooooooooooooooo”

I exploded! I was panting like a dehydrated dog. He wiped his mouth and smiled.

I was attempting to remove his pants to return the favor but he stopped me.

“You can take care of me on our next date“

I smiled because just like that I was back in a happy place. The thought of tonight would keep me blissful until the next time.