Blind Date with Melody

Prologue:
April Fools' Day or All Fools' Day is an annual custom on the first of April consisting of practical jokes and hoaxes. Jokesters often expose their actions by shouting "April Fools!" at the recipient. Mass media can be involved with these pranks, which may be revealed as such the following day. The custom of setting aside a day for playing harmless pranks upon one's neighbors, friends and family has been relatively common in the world historically.
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Rubbing softly, caressing, making love to myself, letting my fingers play with with my clit. Inserting one then two fingers inside me slowly moving in and out my wetness growing. My juices making a slurping sound as my fingers thrust in then out. I am skilled at the art of fucking myself through years and years of practice. Tingling all over, legs spread and up, knees bent, typing away, writing on my journey of exploration. Moaning as my now wet fingers plunge into me. My body dancing with pleasure, a magnificent feeling, my scent filling the room. Rubbing my swollen clit the first waves of sheer pleasure encompass me.
The sounds coming out of my mouth surprised me, something primal taking over, losing all rational control, life is not perfect and neither is my story, it is dirty, unashamed, unedited, baring blemishes and all, bare. Not a legal brief constructed so every word is perfect, every common in the right place, edited ten times. My tumbling out style of writing comes from emotion, desire, a longing, sexual desire, fun erotica, fantasy. My story came spilling out of me full of lust, raw energy, with no filter, a friend confessing to you. I'm not looking for perfection in my writing, I'm simply purging my mind, looking for an earth shattering orgasms. Life is short enjoy the ride.
I know my place in the world I'm a bright, articulate, well educated, highly paid woman but here I'm a writer and a slut. Plunging my fingers in hard, deep ready to cum. I'm Cheryle "Cheri" an Irish Catholic, Attorney, Sancaktepe Escort Singer-Songwriter 30year old bi-sexual woman?
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Blind Date:
When I allowed my friend Anne to fix me up on a blind date on Saturday April first I was so excited to at a night at the Chicago theatre watching the Tedeschi Trucks Band I did not view the date as ominous. Lisa was my first girlfriend we had lived together two years before splitting up and I had not dated since per se. I had a few hooks ups under my belt but wanted a real relationship.

The Chicago Theatre is a landmark, originally known as the Balaban and Katz theater located on North State Street in the Loop. Built in 1921, the Chicago Theatre was the flagship for the Balaban and Katz (B