Session one…
Was most enjoyable, if not a little too eager to thoroughly enjoy the experience at hand. Therefore enlisted the assistance of some unmentionable objects, yes other than my fingers, to help the process along…
Slowly began stroking my clitoris, gently tickling and soft tugs at my piercing (yes it’s also down there), just for appearances, although sometimes, hmmm…. where was i then, so slowly work up the pace, pull the lips apart, then back together and again, just like Jane Fonda’s exercise regime. Steady pace and gaining a little momentum, ohhh…, arch back, slip finger in 1/3 of the way, pull out quickly (I’m teasing myself), right hand keeps busy, left hand fumbles through side table for some sort of lubricant substance, hot and slippery is what I’m trying to achieve here, still fumbling, I’m sure it was at the front of the drawer, lift head off pillow to look for the glow in the dark tube… oh… that’s right???… it’s been so long since it was last used that it no longer glows in the dark, must remember to recharge it tomorrow (why haven’t i been wanking more often?. There it is, flip the lid, squeeze a little out, work way down body slowly, try not to get it on sheets or drip it all over you in the process of heading south of the border…
There we go… eekkk, that feels a little bit cold on the privates…ohhh that feels kinda slippery, working up a fine pace, like synchronized swimmers, each finger knows it’s routine, one finger, two fingers, three fingers, four, one finger, two fingers, three fingers, four, now don’t neglect the backside, you haven’t got two hands for nothing you know? They are there to be used and used well… Hmmm… think i could do with some more play things, left hand goes back into side table, a little sticky, yep some more of that and where is that little? damn, it’s in here somewhere, now I’m wishing i had a side lamp so i could see what the fuck I’m doing… WHAT FEELS LIKE 5 MINUTES LATER, meanwhile right hand keeping steady pace in an anti clockwise circular motion… bzzzzzz…. now that can go there and ohhh… in out and in out, move it around, time to change positions, am on my knees now sitting back on my feet, upright, leaning forward, my right hand underneath and my left behind… hmmm… now where did i put the… WAIT WAIT STOP EVERYTHING, i get up run across the bedroom, search bookshelves… there it is, I wonder? well not the most conventional of tools but hmmm, size? yep that’ll do it (better watch out for the spiky bits that could be a little uncomfortable) back on the bed, same position as when i jumped up, pushing down hard and fast with my pelvis, using the spring bed as leverage, hands still in same positions working a little more violently, insides tingling, picking up the pace, convulsing hysterically. Spring bed mattress squeaking, heavy breathing, sparks shooting up through my navel, hot wet, sticky, pulsing,sweating, clawing, screaming….
aahhhhhhhh………………………………
Oh shit… was i too loud? Damn share housing!, now where did i put that box of tissues…
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