Happy St Patrick’s Day, Loves 🙂 Here’s just a little something for you. Oh how I hope I find some inspiration for some amazing stories soon!!
You couldn’t possibly understand. I’m probably the only girl in the world who thinks about sex all the time, but can’t get off on her own. Well I can but its not enough. It’s not the Earth shattering orgasm that I need so badly.
Its my day off but I make myself get out of bed, grab some juice, and sit at my desk to check on the “social” world before my brain wakes up enough for the real world. I sit with one leg on the desk and am absent-mindedly touching myself. I seem to have a little habit of touching myself all the time. It’s just something to make me feel good. I’m wet and wanting but I get so frustrated when I can’t get off to full capacity.
I circle around my clit and slowly move index finger in and out. I do this absent-mindedly. I quickly dip my finger in my mouth and then return it down between my legs. I soak just a tip of my finger in me and then trace slowly with it. It’s like a sweet torture. Funny since I am not good at being teased.
From out of nowhere, thoughts about his hard cock cumming for me get me motivated. I need to touch myself, to imagine him touching me. He is just a combination of the beautiful men in my life, out of my life, in my dreams… I can’t seem to find one who can keep up with me. They all end up being liars, cheats, or just pussies so to speak, but that doesn’t mean I can’t be turned on by the thought of some of them.
My hands roam over my breasts, stopping long enough to pinch my nipples just a bit. I part my legs and my fingers began to tickle my clit, while slowly opening my lips. I feel the hot wetness and think of having someone’s tongue in place of my fingers. I visualize him, his face buried against my pussy, licking and kissing me. I imagine feeling him gently sucking my clit. As I work my fingers on my clit, I imagine his tongue, his lips covering me. I imagine him pressing his tongue down hard onto my clit as I press my fingers onto the perfect spot. I think of all the dirty talk I like to hear and my excitement grows. My eyes close tightly as I create this wonderful fantasy of me and a lover, all the while bringing myself closer to sweet relief. Suddenly I feel the warm rush of cum escape.
Well now I’m awake but not quite satisfied. What I wouldn’t do for a ground shaking orgasm right now. I have plenty of time to run errands today so I decide to run a bath. Might as well do what I can to put my raging hormones at ease. I sit on the edge of the tub, start the water and add a touch of vanilla bubble bath. I light several candles and turn off the lights. I love the candles. There is something about the flame flickering and licking the air that whispers “sexy” to me.
I ease myself into the hot water and watch as my skin turns pink from the heat. The warmth of the water feels wonderful against my skin. I part my legs enough to allow the water access to my pussy. The smoothness of the bubbly water is just what would get me to relax. My fingers begin to open my lips just a bit, barely touching my clit. It’s swollen from playing and needs to be soothed. I lift one knee out of the water and rest it against the wall. I love the way my clit feels between my fingers as I pinch it and roll my fingers over it. I close my eyes and begin to fervently rub it, while increasing the pressure and the speed.
With my free hand, I cup my left breast and massaged it. I push it upwards towards my mouth while I lower my head to reach it. My tongue could just reach to my nipple that way. I flick my tongue over it to add to the sensations I was giving my body. My fingers rapidly hit against my clit and I am completely lost in the moment. I release my breast and arch my back against the wall as moans of pleasure to escape. I tensed my legs and braced them against the bottom of the tub until I feel the quivers of an orgasm run through my body. This one was at least better than the last.
After I settle a bit and wash myself with the vanilla bath, I get out wrapping myself in a towel. Damn, I still don’t feel I have had enough but I really need to get a jump on the day. The funny thing is, it’s days like these when men look at me and just KNOW I need sex. These are the days I hate myself for being such a good girl. Oh how I want a nasty romp with a stranger, but with my luck he would just leave me unsatisfied thus the reason for being good. Oh well. Guess I will just grab the pocket vibe to keep my tight little pussy happy while I do my running around today.