Mathilda had on a lovely dress for the ball–well it was a small ball at the hotel bar nothing special but it was a new year/new you. Although she had already had a new self, she was happy to expect even more for herself for the new year.
“Are you alone?”
Mathilda turned around, and there was a man hovering over her.
“Are you?” she countered.
“Not if you join me.”
Well,” she stood up. “I am my own date tonight, and I want to keep it that way.”
“But what about when the ball drops?”
“We are not in New York, so that does not matter. Whatever it is they do here it doesn’t matter either.”
She walked away from him, and could feel him watching her so she gave him something to see.
Mathilda did not want to be alone when the ball dropped, she wanted to be with the person she loved the most–herself–but that didn’t mean that she could not bring her memories with her.
Alone in her hotel room, she remembered having a threesome with Harry, Carole and Gui. The mirrors above them and their bodies squirming about, and all attached with each other by one orifice or the other. She remembered watching Harry and Gui, and how it turned her on to watch them make out.
Sometimes she thought about Harry, how much they had meant to each other and how now…what could she have expected from him when she knew he was a voyeur regardless of any other crimes he may have committed?
But she had loved him watching her, and he would not have joined him watching her now with her dark hair about her and her eyes focused on herself in the mirror. He could pretend she was looking at him, and he would reach for himself like he had when they were neighbors.
Before she moved in.
That was when all her troubles began–when she invested.
She panted, as she came thinking about committing. It was lovely in theory but it never worked for her in reality.
More Masturbation Monday here:
She’s not capable of committing, I don’t think.