The day my ex finished moving out of the house he gave me his house keys as he walked out. Before he even pulled out of the drive I was leaning against the door with my hand down my sweatpants thinking about being alone in the house to be able to get myself off anytime I wanted anywhere I wanted.
I quickly removed all my clothes and started walking all through the house trying to decide where I wanted to masturbate but I couldn't decide. I decided the best place to start was on the back patio and then move to the basement and work my way through each level room by room. It was a Friday afternoon and I decided I would do outside and the basement (since there are very few actual rooms in the basement) before I went to bed, the main floor on Saturday and the second story on Sunday having an orgasm in each room.
So Friday night was 4 orgasms in just a few hours. Saturday was 7 orgasms throughout the day and Sunday was to be 5. By the time Sunday morning rolled around I was quite sore, but not being a quitter (lol) I decide I wasn't giving up and was going to push through. Mid afternoon rolled around on Sunday and I needed to run to the store. When I got back and pulled into the garage it hit me I had forgotten about the garage so I took my groceries in and put them up and headed back to the garage.
I had decided my last orgasm would be in my bed that night. Well after the last one and just as I was about to go to sleep I remembered I had totally forgot about the unfinished 3rd floor so I forced myself to get up and go for 1 more before going back to bed.
OMFG when I woke up Monday morning I was so fucking sore I could barely walk. I had to call off work that day and it took me almost a week to recuperate.
Needless to say I never tried that again LMAO!!!
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