Chapter 1 A Repeated Cycle

Susan's POV.

"Oh, Shit! I'm horny! I need a man like right now". I said fondly, touching my vagina. I wouldn't say I liked the feelings that usually come with this period. I hated that ovulation period always made me yearn for sex like a loose female dog.

It was the only time in my life where I freely allowed my feminine part to take complete control of me; other days, I was a workaholic who never got exhausted, making her millions.

But right now, all I needed was a good dick that could satisfy my sexual fantasy and orgasm. Ovulation has always made me let my guard down.

"I need to be fucked hard today. Who's going to be the lucky man?" I muttered as I hurriedly stood up from bed to prepare for a meeting.

I walked inside my bathroom completely naked. That was the best way I could sleep well with no clothing. I've always instructed my domestic workers to knock before entering my room.

If walking naked was legal and socially expected, I would be an ambassador. I was always too stressed after my daily hustles, and the last thing I wanted was to be in a sexy nightie or pajamas all through the night.

"Oh, What a Beaut!!" I said, admiring myself as I stared at the mirror. I've always been obsessed with my physique. My look has never complimented my age.

I was too hot for a thirty-four-year-old. My alluring eyes, busty boobs, and curves were every woman's dream, and I was lucky to have them neatly knitted from birth.

I chuckled as I remembered my last sex with Stephen. He couldn't satisfy me. He cummed almost immediately as he grabbed my breast, messing up his condom without adequately using it. It wasn't his fault. Seeing my boobs would make a man cum even without getting Intimate.

"So who's gonna be the lucky guy fucking this body tonight?" I asked myself again, admiring myself in the mirror.

"Not Stephen; I wouldn't want a weakling like him," I frowned and pouted my lips.

"What about Chris?" I asked loudly and snapped my finger in excitement.

"Should I invite him over for dinner?" I chuckled.

Chris was a pro. The last sex we had was worth every second. I smiled as I had a flashback of how he gently used his cock to cause an electrifying sensation around my body as he inserted it from behind. One of the best doggies I've experienced. He made me ride him so hard on my office table for hours and allowed my juice to splash all over his cock. And I loved how his tongue waggled around my clit and made me moan with satisfaction.

"Yes! Chris will be my gigolo for today," I screamed in excitement and chuckled when I caught a gaze of myself in the mirror, dancing like a Clown over a dick.

"Oh shit," I muttered as I noticed the thought of Chris made my vagina wet. I was dumbfounded and felt so horny. I couldn't wait to have Chris on my bed while he ate me like a snack. I made a humorous facial expression in the mirror and giggled.

"Oh, I wish I had a dildo". I grumbled as I inserted my finger into my wet vagina.

I could hear Sarah's voice echoing in my head, as usual, when she educated me on the need to get a dildo. She believed it always came in handy and could save the day. Her favorite slang was "With Dildo, no man! No problem." she had always emphasized how much I needed one as a single lady so I don't get rotten down there.

Sarah had control over her time as she was self-employed. We've been best of friends for as long as I can remember.

"Should I consider buying a vibrator on my way home tonight?" I asked myself and leaned on the wall.

"Well, it's not a bad idea," I said defensively and gave it a second thought.

"No!" I rebuked the thought and gave a dramatic look.

"There's nothing compared to fucking a real man. The passionate kissing, the sucking and biting of lips, the fondling of breasts, the smacking of the ass, the sucking of the nipples, the sucking of the belly button, the fingering and caressing of my vagina, and as well the sucking it. Dildos can't give me these. I don't just want sex. I want to enjoy the foreplay," I murmured beneath my breath.

"Oh, Chris!" My mind returned to the thoughts of Chris.

Well, I enjoyed the sex with him, but the aftermath wasn't good at all. Chris wanted a relationship, but he was too emotional for my liking. No strings attached have always been the rules of the game for me. I got pissed off when he started boring me for a relationship. Of all the things Chris could think of, a relationship was the first his mind could consider.

I've always hated being in a relationship, being committed to one man all my life, and living like a lower version of myself. I love the freedom of being independent and not having someone to control me around like a puppet. I wasn't a feminist, but I loved creating my own rules with no one bossing me. Unlike me, Sarah had always wanted a family and commitment. And most times, I feel that was why she couldn't reach the peak of her career even though we had started together. There was nothing to admire about her relationship with me, even though they seemed happy together.

I've always wondered how ladies cope by being committed to one man. I rolled my eyes at the thought of it. Sex for me was a part-time feeling, not an everyday need; how would a flesh man cope with that?

"Screw ovulation and it's unnecessary sexual demand," I said bluntly as I sat on the toilet, thinking about how hard I would love to fuck Chris today.

"Oh, Chris," I whispered as my mind ran wild on how crazy I would love to go with him tonight. I fantasized about this thought for a while, then smiled. My thoughts were interrupted by my alarm clock.

"Oh, I have an appointment with Dr. Mark," I said and hurriedly cleaned up myself. The wetness of my vagina shows how desperately I needed a man or go with Sarah's option.

I pressed the alarm bell on the wall that was connected to my kitchen and notified my cook to help microwave my leftover veggies from last night for breakfast and hurriedly took my bath without caring if the water was warm enough.

I ransacked my luxurious wardrobe, looking for a suitable outfit from the numerous designers.

"What will the billionaire CEO wear for such an important meeting?" I bragged.

"Oh, there it is, " I said excitedly and picked a red body-fitted gown, hurriedly put on my clothes, and applied red lipstick.

"Oh damn! I am sexy, and I know it". I said affirmatively and smiled at the mirror, picked up my bag, and headed for the living room.

"Good morning, madam," Larry greeted me as soon as he saw him, and I smiled. Larry was my household manager.

"Good morning, Larry," I replied.

"I have prepared the Red Porsche 911 turbo as requested by you, ma," He said while I nodded.

"Beautiful, make sure the auto-mechanic gets to service the Ferrari; I will be using it for the weekend," I said and walked to the dining for breakfast. I hurriedly ate a few spoons from the meal and headed for the parking lot.

The thought of inviting Chris over for dinner at my place crossed my mind, but I frowned. I would have preferred an office make-out like the last time, but I wasn't ready for his dramatic ass and clinginess.

I concluded on going with my initial plan of either getting another random guy for the night or joining Sarah's dildo gang.