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27, still single, living at home, I know! The only 'company', my own fingers, but then....


I live with my dad. (No, don't worry, it's not one of THOSE stories) Unfortunately, my job makes it all but impossible for me to go out and meet people, and I guess after so many years of it, I am settled into my way of life now. That's not to say I don't get horny, I do, all the time. Some days, I will wear deliberately sexy underwear, thongs pulled up tight between my legs, sometimes no underwear at all, only pantyhose and sometimes nothing at all under a long flowing skirt.

On days like these, I need to masturbate when I get home. My usual fantasy is about meeting a total stranger and him fucking my brains out somewhere where we might be seen. But it does vary.

Sometimes, I have 'dark' fantasies, and then something happened that made me wonder.

One day, I had come home from work wearing a tight red thong. When I got to my room and peeled it off, I had gotten it really wet and sticky. The crotch was covered and I tossed it into the laundry hamper in the bathroom, lay down on the floor and jilled out a couple of lovely orgasms.

I guess it was a run of a few days that I felt really sexy. The next day, I woke up feeling kinda antsy again and chose a dark green one, because (I admit it) I like the mess I make in them sometimes. At the end of the day I drove home with my legs apart and my skirt up round my waist giving myself little touches and loving the scent that rose up in the car. Again, I went to the bathroom and pulled my thong off. As I went to toss it into the laundry, I noticed that my red one was missing. In too much of a hurry for a cum to think about it, I lay down and spread my legs, and then it hit me, what if it was dad who was moving my thongs? We share the washing and I had never thought about this before, but suddenly I was alive!

The sheer, disgustingness/naughtiness of it! Dad lived on his own with me since mom died when I was six, what if... what fucking if??? In a heartbeat, I had the fantasy, him walking in on me, me with my legs spread jilling and him standing over me, my panties in his hand, smelling them and jacking off. Just at the moment when in my mind he was spurting over me, I had the most massive orgasm of my life, so massive I actually peed. Can you imagine?? It was, to be crude about it, gut-wrenching. I was imagining my dad shooting his cream all over me, onto my tummy, my breasts, my face, my hair and my pussy.

Now, I find I have a new 'dark' fantasy and one that has made me explore other areas too. I don't know what happened to my red thong, it hasn't reappeared. It may have been dad, but then again, from time to time, I have friends round, female friends, perhaps one of them? (Not at all sure how I feel about that!)

Still, I need to go jill off again now. Thanks for listening.



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