Waiting, pt. 2

It's day two, and I'm waking up at 8. Day two of my vacation without wife has begun. Not on a great note, since I'm not on vacation from work and now I have 30 minutes to get there. With all the makeup to clean off of me and a 30 minute drive at best, I wisely call in that I can't get my car started and I'll be in as soon as I can.
I wobble, still wearing one of my heels from the night before, to the bathroom. And I look into the mirror. The whore looking back at me is something of a familiar face. One I hadn't seen in so long and one that brings back a rush of emotion. I've always had a love/hate relationship with my sissy side. So many times I dreamed of being normal, only to be pulled away by the call of a pair of sexy shoes or pretty panties. It's an understatement how much simpler my life would be, if every time I slid on panties or fastened a bra onto my chest, I didn't lose all inhibitions. Thinking all of those things and more, I wipe smudged lipstick from my chin and begin to cry. Washing my face and letting the emotion out begins to feel cathartic. It's just so overwhelming, the rush of being back in such a familiar place after so long. Back in my sissy clothes. And looking back into the mirror, I see another reflection.
The dildo.
Is still attached to the wall. God bless a suction cup. This time another wave of tears come. I know what's about to happen. Why had I even denied myself? I slip off my shoe and under complete control of my libido, I pace towards the giant synthetic manhood. I lean down to scoop up the bottle of lubricant (cap off and leaking) I had dropped in my haste the night before. Making my penis and sissy cunt slick, i drop my skirt to the floor, pull down my panties and prepare to be fucked again. It's with pure lust and anger, frustration and humiliation that I pound my ass against the dildo. My moans are frustrated yelps, as I use it to punish me. I want it to hurt. It does. More and more and more. Faster and faster and FUCK! The shot even surprises me as i arcs up almost to eye level and drops with a wet slap to the floor. Followed by another and another. Three hard bursts, followed by a dozen fruitless spasms of my cock as I try desperately to pull myself from the dildo.
I am spent. The shower lasts until there is no trace of hot water. i am slightly dizzy and euphoric. Exhausted from my morning escapade.
But walking downstairs for breakfast, I immediately begin to regret calling in late. Now I have plenty of time to spare, my brain tells me. And again my heartbeat quickens ...
I know I should get something to eat. i should get dressed. I should go to work. My cock is sore and spent, but it's already too late. Before I even know it, I am on the couch, the tranny porn is playing and my hand is back, stroking again.