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After enduring a month of heartache since Kingston’s departure, I reached a definitive conclusion. The termination of my five-year relationship had left me emotionally drained. Recollecting the breakup, I couldn’t fathom Kingston’s claim that I didn’t listen, and we drifted apart; I dismissed it as utter nonsense.

Reflecting on their final vacation, Naomi remembered leaving Kingston alone in their hotel room for a stroll. Upon returning to retrieve her forgotten sunglasses, she was taken aback to find Kingston capturing naked selfies.

A few weeks post-vacation, Kingston delivered an unexpected blow to me, expressing his desire to end our engagement and move out the following weekend. Bewildered, I questioned the abrupt decision, but Kingston, emotionless and resolute, cited a desire to avoid further conflicts. Devastated after five years together, including a year of engagement, I felt emotionally numb. Despite my internal struggle to salvage the relationship, I lacked the strength to do so. As Kingston packed up and left the following week, we exchanged minimal words, and a moving truck carried him and his belongings away.

Determined to break free from self-pity, I opted for a night out at the strip club. Donning a short, tight black mini skirt highlighting my toned legs and a sheer blouse with no bra, I accentuated my entire figure. Complemented by light makeup, red lipstick, and black heels, I got in an Uber waiting downstairs. On a Thursday night, the strip club had no line, and I noticed a few men conversing nearby. I confidently approached, showed my ID to the security guard, and entered without hesitation.

Once inside, I headed to the bar, ordering a bottle of Moët Rosè and two shots of Casamigos. When asked about the celebration, I boldly announced, “My breakup from a fuck boy.” Understanding, the bartender exchanged a few hundred dollars for singles for the strippers.

In my reserved section, the bottle girls presented the dollars and the champagne with sparklers, accompanied by dancers. I enthusiastically showered singles while two strippers danced on me, creating a lively atmosphere. Embracing the moment, I pulled out my marijuana pen, took the shots, and continued dancing.

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Amid the energetic ambiance, I opted for a lap dance and, later, accepted an offer for a private dance. I was led to a secluded area, the dancer initiated an intimate performance, sensing the heat emanating from between my legs. “You want to fuck, the dancer whispered to me.” “Not you,” I replied. “I know what you want. I will get it for you.” The dancer replied. “Wait here, and I will be back,” What just happened, I thought to myself. I felt so nice from the alcohol and the weed I sat there and waited.

In under 10 minutes, I glanced up to spot the silhouette of a tall, well-built man in the doorway, locks framing his face. Our eyes locked, and a magnetic gaze ensued. I bit my lip, licking them provocatively. He strode into the room, seized my waist, and we seamlessly began dancing to the music. His hands traced up and down my legs, daringly slipping under my skirt. In the rhythm of the moment, he discovered the absence of panties, intensifying the allure between us.

He shifts his hand a little higher and feels the wetness of my cat. He pulls his hand to his face, smells, and then licks his finger. He grabs me by the face and kisses me on the mouth. (no tongue) He slowly kisses my neck and down to my breast. It felt good I wanted this I let go and let him take control of me. He turned me around bent me over the couch slipped on a condom and went to work on my kitty. Slipping the head of his dick in and out nice and slow teasing me. I was trying hard to throw it back I wanted to feel the whole dick not just the head. Sensing I was ready for the whole dick to penetrate my dripping wet pussy. He begins switching up his stroke with his whole dick deep inside me, he starts grinding inside of me leaving the dick inside touching my walls and my G-spot. Aware that he didn’t have the time to fuck me all night. He is speeding up his stroke grabbing me by the hips and he starts pounding away. He was packing a nice fat dick that filled me with delight. We never said a word to each other. I was moaning in pleasure and I could hear him growl as he gave me back shots. Sensing this session was about to end. I started rubbing my clitoris and started cumming on his dick. He could feel my kitty tightening and releasing his meat. I could feel his dick throbbing inside of me as he penetrated me faster and faster until he exploded inside the condom and became limp on me.

After the sex that’s when I noticed that it was the security guard I had just fucked. After ordering an Uber, I headed towards the exit, where I encountered the dancer who had arranged everything. Concerned, the dancer inquired about my well-being, to which I confidently responded, “Hell yeah I’m good, girl. I have a car waiting outside; I’ve got to go.” Passing the bar on my way out, I noticed the bartender and dancer engaged in conversation and giggles.

Entering the Uber, I made my way home. That night, I slept like a baby, waking up the next day with a sly smile as I prepared for work.

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