My Syndicate Beta

*Karen's POV*   As I walk home from the office, I can't help but feel a little bit down. I'm a successful businesswoman in finance and I'm incredibly proud of how far I've come in my career. But, there's something missing in my life. I want to find a companion, someone to share life with, but I've been so focused on my career that I haven't had time to devote to finding that special someone.   I take a deep breath and try to clear my thoughts. I know that I'm in a great place in life. I have a job I love and money in the bank, but I still can't help but feel a little lonely. I remind myself that I will find someone eventually, and I push those thoughts away. Karen sighed.   I keep walking, and my mind turns to less depressing topics. I think about the presentation I gave earlier in the day, and how well it went. I take a moment to be proud of myself and the hard work I put into it. Soon, I'm almost home.   As I get closer, I realize that I'm feeling a bit more optimistic. I feel grateful for the life I have and the opportunities I've had. I know that someday soon I'll find someone to share it with, and until then I'll just keep working hard and enjoying the journey.   As I stumbled into my house, exhausted and hungry. I realized I hadn't eaten all day and all I wanted to do was collapse into bed. But first, I had to take care of myself. I dropped my bag by the door and shuffled into the kitchen.   I opened the door of the refrigerator, hoping to find something that would be easy to prepare. I pulled out a container of leftovers from last night's dinner. I added a few vegetables, some salt, and pepper, and put them in the microwave to heat up.   While I waited for my meal to heat up, I leaned against the counter and closed my eyes, letting the exhaustion wash over me. I felt my mind and body relax, just a little.   When the timer went off, I grabbed the container and settled down at the kitchen table. I dug into my food, savoring each bite. With a full stomach, I felt my energy return.   I finished my meal, feeling more like myself than I had all day. I washed up my dishes and headed off to bed, ready to rest and recharge.   The bed was warm and inviting as I opened my door and stared at it. I flicker with the light switch. Somehow, that habit calms me. I moved to my bed and took a seat. As I sit on it, it sinks. I must have added weight. I used to sit on my bed and it felt like I was paper. It must be the stress from work. It gets to me and makes me eat junk food a lot.   As a single successful woman who had chosen career over love, I have become so lonely and pathetic. I avoid social gatherings and crowds because I have no dates. It frustrates me.   As I am thinking of crowds and gatherings, my mind reflects back to a man I saw last week. We had a meeting with a partner company and I had been invited as an honored guest. As I talked to the crowd and shared my knowledge, I felt so powerful. It was one of my greatest memories.   I was even called to talk to the second crowd. I agreed and climbed up the stage. That was where I saw him. Mr. Macho is what I call him.   Mr. Macho walked past the hallway beside the podium I was on and it so happened that I turned my head in the direction of the hallway at that moment. A perfect sync.   I said as I remembered it. It was really perfect sync. Our eyes had met for a few seconds before he passed by and I faced the crowd once again. God damn it, he was a fine man. I could tell, even though I saw him for barely five seconds.   As I thought about him, my body soon started to long for him. I tried to ignite it but I just couldn't help it. I remember as I tried to close my eyes and relive the moment.   I had thought I had lost him since he was headed out as I was on the podium, but it seems I didn't.   My eyes widened with surprise as I saw him enter the room. His stature was tall and impressive, and the strength of his physique was undeniable. His chiseled jaw and dark eyes made him look like a Greek god come to life. His hair was deep mahogany, and it cascaded in waves down his neck and onto his broad shoulders. He wore a button-down shirt that fit him perfectly, emphasizing his toned arms. He had a warm smile, and I felt my heart beating faster as he walked toward me.   He was the most attractive man I'd ever seen, and I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to touch him. His presence was commanding and I felt my body responding to his every move. I felt my face flush, and I could hardly contain my excitement. He was a vision, and I was completely and utterly drawn to him.   My body was sincerely longing for him at that moment and I was truly aroused. I turned to the bedside drawer by my left and pulled at Roberto.   Roberto was the name I gave to my vibrator. I have had it for a few months now, and I love it. I did a lot of m**********g as a single woman who had no active relationship. It helped me stay sane. I was someone who always preferred to masturbate than to go around sleeping with different men.   I also knew I was a weakling when it came to love, so I guarded my heart tightly.   As I pulled out Roberto, I also took out the lubricant I always used. I am a thirty two year old woman and something, my v****a needs a little nudge before it gets wet. I had the oil to help me with it.   As I thought of Mr. Macho, I was feeling especially naughty tonight and wanted to do something I knew would make me feel good. It always makes me feel good. I took my time getting ready. I wanted to give myself the perfect atmosphere. I lit some candles and put on some relaxing music. I got on the bed and undressed. I was already feeling aroused and I was ready to start.   I started by caressing my n*****s. They were already hard and sensitive. I made circles around them and pinched them lightly. I moved my hands down to my stomach and then to my thighs, caressing and exploring my body.   When I felt I was ready, I grabbed my Roberto and started to stimulate my c******s. I moved the vibrator around it in circles and then up and down. I increased the speed of the vibration and it felt amazing. I moaned with pleasure as I felt my body heat up.   I moved the vibrator to my entrance and started to insert it slowly. I could feel the vibrations deep inside of me and it felt so good. I moved the vibrator in and out, faster and faster, and I felt my orgasm grow.   I moved the vibrator to my G-spot and increased the speed. I was so close to the edge and I could feel my body trembling. I moaned loudly and my orgasm exploded in waves of pleasure.   When it was over, I felt relaxed and content. Roberto had done it again. I put him away, feeling satisfied and eager to do it again.   But thanks couldn't just go to Roberto alone, my imaginary Mr. Macho would have to receive accolades too. Because of him, I got extra pressure today. If I had seen him, I would have hugged him.   As I collapsed into my bed, thinking about everything that had just happened, I received a call. It was from an unknown number. It was past eleven at night. I wondered who it could have been at this time of the night.