You know what I find almost more arousing than physical foreplay? Mental banter, the way one witty response sparks another. The feeling of trying to predict your partners next move. Its like chess but it excites some of the deepest parts of me. You know what the say “wit beyond measure is a man’s greatest treasure.” So how long is your wit? ;) Why don’t you email me and tell me all about it? (and yes that is a dick joke. hahaha.)
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Every morning I went to the same coffee shop before work and every morning the same barista made my coffee, Everyday I would harmlessly flirt with him. I was pretty sure he had a girlfriend but I wasn’t about to ask. I arrived at the coffee shop at 7:24am like always. pulled up to the drive through window, and Like every morning Greyson took my order, and like every morning I flirted my ass off. The banter flowed easily, Him giving me shit about how specific my order was. My response was that he should be talking shit to the one who introduced me to it. This made him laugh because it was him, He introduced me to my complicated mocha on my first trip to his stand. He handed my cup to me through the window and told me to have a great day.
Today I sit here at work, the leather of my desk chair, only a reminder of whats to come tonight. Oh tonight, I’d finally break the dry spell. It had been a month since my body had been worked over just right. A month since my toes curled, in pleasure. A month since his name fell off my lips like a prayer while we lost ourselves in each other. Just thinking about it makes me rub my thighs together. Makes my pussy drip in anticipation and theirs still hours to go. Hours and hours before his breath would meet my neck and turn it prickled. Hours before my body would twitch and writhe under those hands. How ever will this cock slut make it until then?
She lay there, legs spread, my Hitachi wand between her legs. I nearly drop all of the things I just walked in the door with. I schooled myself into a facade of being cool calm and collected, All though I was anything but. My skin felt flush and hot, I was aching and trying desperately hard not to jump over the couch and dive in Face first. She stared me down. From the conviction in her eyes I knew exactly what this was. A punishment for being 15 minutes late. her moans grew louder as she started to stretch and fuck her tiny cunt with the head of the toy. my mouth dropped, and I’ll have to admit I drooled a little. I was helpless too her tricks. And then she came hard, squirting all over the toy and her hand and the couch. I wanted to go lick it all up. Fuck she was so sexy when she came. “Next time Fin, Don’t be late and maybe you’ll get the honor of doing that too me. ” she smirked and walked off too her room.
It had been a long week. Too long if I was being honest. My back ached and I had this nawing head ache. I knew i needed sleep yes, But i needed something else much much more. I needed release, I needed to nourish the goddess that lived in this skin. I pranced around my room lighting candles, soft music in the background. On my bed laid every Toy I owned. I would make this body of mine twitch in pleasure until every ounce of tension left. I started small, working my clit over with my little we vibe bullet. a gentle tease, that made me ache. Next I moved on to my clit sucker, and thirty seconds after it wrapped around my clit, I came. But I wasn’t done, no. I could still feel the tension in my shoulders. The tightness in my hips. I grabbed my g spot simulator and worked my self over, loosing my self in the vibrations. It wasn’t enough though. My hand grabbed for my hatatchi and I turned it up to the highest vibration before firmly placing it on my clit. Fucking myself and using this would be my undoing, I could feel my orgasm build. I stated to slam the gspot vibrator In and out, my other hand using the wand in tight hard circles. The I exploded. Every drop of tension leaking from my body, as I squirted all over my sheets. |
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