Us girls can do something no guy in his right mind would want to do.
Please forgive my ham-fisted attempt to write as Guinevere did recently, but her brevity was loaded with description. If I could only do half as well…..
I stand at a window in Dani’s flat. I can just see the garden next door, although not much of it. The son, a boy of 15, walks hurriedly down the path towards the house. 15. That difficult age. His hormones coursing through his body, changing it from boy to man, and the effect on his penis is profound.
My hand travels up my skirt and into my panties. My fingertips follow the gentle contours down, down to my eager clit. I take a shuddering breath and close my eyes. Miss Brain strips him of his clothes effortlessly, and he stands, in my mind, looking up at me from the pathway next door, his cock proud and erect. His hand is moving in a blur, because finesse is something he has yet to learn.
My fingers curl under myself, I use two of them to stretch myself open. I need that penetrated feeling. Back up at my clit, my now lubricated fingers begin their gentle dance, while in my mind, I see his face tighten, his eyebrows furrow and his mouth forms a perfect ‘O’. Semen erupts from him, and despite the distance, the triple glazing and the fact he is only in my mind, I imagine I can feel and smell his maleness.
It is enough. I cum into my panties, something no male would do as far as I know. I have already squirted prodigiously today, so I knew this would be ‘safe’. A smile crosses my lips. I miss the simple act of cumming in my panties. What a joy. A secret between me and the material.
I know I shall gently leak as my vagina weeps her tears of joy softly into my panties. And that too is a blessing.
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