Thirty-One Days A Bitch Chapter 2: The Masturbator - Sex Stories

Thirty-One Days A Bitch Chapter 2: The Masturbator

Daisy feels estranged and companionless; kind of. Preston has fared off to work, and she is all friendless and forsaken in this giant and massive house of theirs, wandering this way and that other, checking how the pack of women and men that she has bade and summoned here are pulling off their business and affairs of gracing and beautifying everything up. Yes. They are honestly doing a serious and massive job. Daisy herself realized that she couldn’t stand to get done and settle this up all on her own and so she appealed for a few more couple hands to relieve and back her up. Sofia Vaccaro is her darling friend. She is sylphlike-built, long-legged and lanky, flawlessly-shaped and exquisite looking in both form and appearance. Most plump girls back to college days envied and hungered to look exactly the same as her; Daisy herself taken into their account as well. Sofia’s hair is all light blaze brown and gushing and streaming just like Daisy’s, and honestly speaking, at times the two do look like actual blood sisters. Sofia has come here to visit Daisy and see how she is doing at her new home. She works with her at the Graham House of Paparazzi, and they both did the same Journalism course at Wotton University somewhere here in North Las Vegas. It is a brilliant and fresh morning at any rate. “Daisy,” Sofia greets her with a rapt and blissful smile once she has opened up the door for her to make an entrance. Sofia is looking as renewed and breathtaking as Kim Kardashian. ...

... Frankly supposing, what brand of make-up has she put on this precise morning. Daisy’s stomach is already starting to sting and burn from joy commingled with sharp, excruciating pangs of envy on the other hand; this girlfriend of hers? She is a beauty queen her exact twenty-six years of age and a spouseless and bachelor woman in addition. By the way, Daisy isn’t positive whom Sofia is going out with at the moment after being junked by Landon Jonathan, whom she was romantically involved with just a couple of months earlier. The two ladies both peck on the cheeks and go ahead to lay themselves down in the exquisitely and aesthetically-pleasing furnished living room. It is flavorsome, grand, flashy, and all things good taste and polished-looking. Daisy feels that she will be at ease and relaxation here in her coming thirty-one days, starting from this very instant. After reviewing and eyeing about in consummate awe and adoration, Sofia looks at her in a beaten and baffled sort of way, and then proceeds to interrogate her this: “You did all this by yourself without grand mama’s help, right, my sweet little girlfriend?” Daisy scowls and makes an embittered face back at her. “What do you suppose, sweetie? That I could execute and effect all this on my own? Well, I didn’t. I hired a team of hands to lend a hand and succor me out. This place was wondrous and without contents at the same time.” Sofia helps herself with a cup of tea from the glass-mold kettle laid down on the coffee table ...