The night air has changed. It carries with it a sharpness that heralds the approach of autumn. Soon, the view from my bedroom windows will be an ocean of reds, browns and golds, before the trees shed their leaves and their stark fingers scratch at the grey skies of winter.
I often switch the air conditioning off in my room. I much prefer the natural scents and feelings that unfiltered, unseated air gives me.
I’m naked, of course. I want you to see me. My small, yet firm boobs with their nipples erect and proud. My flat belly, my pubic mound devoid of even the slightest whisp of hair. My pert, firm bum. If you were here, you could stroke my body with your fingers, feeling every curve.
I go over to my bed and lie down on the thick bath towel that I have laid there. I usually squirt a lot these days and well, a wet bed is no fun for anyone. I stretch out, my left arm bent around the top,of my head and the right arm bent so the hand rests on my right shoulder. My right knee is bent and at 90 degrees to my body. If you were standing over me, you would undoubtedly smell my vagina. I’m already very, very wet.
I sigh deeply. Partly because this seems to tighten the skin across my boobs and makes them ache for some reason. Now, make yourself comfortable in that armchair over there.
My right hand strokes down my body pausing only to circle my boobs and track across my nipples which, let me tell you, are really sore today. I’m due on tomorrow and my boobs always hurt the day before, but if I masturbate, it becomes a nice hurt. I pinch my left nipple harder than I meant to if truth be told, but the pain that lances through me is delicious, and seems directly connected to my clit.
I’m teasing myself now, and perhaps teasing you too, because I take an age to run my hand over the flatness of my tummy, over my pubic mound and to my clit. I’ve drawn my heels up almost to my bum now and let my legs flop apart. I’m very supple, and my knees can lie flat on the bed like this with no discomfort. Of course that means I’m wide open for you to look at. My vagina, my cunny, my cunt. Because my legs make me so open in this position, it’s no surprise that a flood of wetness runs out of me.
I begin circling my clit. Yes, it’s fine if you need to touch yourself too. To be completely honest, I’d be disappointed if you didn’t. My left hand begins to play with my left nipple, pulling it, tweaking it, flicking it. I really must see about nipple piercings.
The middle finger of my right hand dips inside me. Deep, deep inside me. I curl it to find my g-spot and instantly I get that “oh, I’m going to pee but fuck it, so what” feeling. Then back to my clit which is so hard, so sensitive.
My left hand joins my right hand now and dips the index and middle finger deep into my cunt. I’m a hot mess down here. Everything is slippery….my cunt, my bum cheeks, and my bum hole are all coated with my girl cum. I wriggle. Hmm…that’s new. I don’t usually wriggle…not like this, anyway. Maybe I should grind my hips a little. I try it and my fingers seem to grow inside me.
I retract my middle finger which begins to circle my bum hole. Mmmm yes….that’s what I need. I glance over at you. I feel privileged that you’re here, and honoured that you too are masturbating with me. I close my eyes, not because I don’t want to look at you, but because I want you to see what is about to happen. I think if I close my eyes yours will gravitate back between my legs.
Slowly, I push my middle finger up my bum. Deep up my bum. Miss Brain reminds me of the time I had anal for the first time and how glorious the orgasm was. Fuck, I’m close. I hope you are too, sitting in my chair.
I feel it. Deep between my legs, a spark that becomes a broiling sea, a storm surge that won’t be prevented. I lift my bum off the bed and let it break over me. I cry out as wave after wave of unspeakable pleasure burst from me. I feel myself squirting which on,y adds to the glory of this feeling. Far away, I hear you grunt and moan as your release cascades over you.
When it’s over, I lie back on my bed and pull my fingers out of my cunt and my bum. I’m soaked. I suck the finger that’s been in my cunt and taste my own nectar. Eagerly, I dip my right hand back down and put two fingers in and give a little,press downwards. I feel wetness trickle down my fingers and pool between them. I scoop it up and return it to my mouth.
Suddenly, I feel cold. Maybe it’s because I’ve been sweating. Maybe it’s because much of me is covered in my own girl cum.
It’s kind of you to fold my duvet over me as you leave.
Even before the door closes, I drift of into a nice, warm sleep, satisfied in every way.
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