It Happened One Morning

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This is my second true story and it was unplanned. I’ve been through some drama recently that was a total surprise and pretty hurtful. I’m sharing this for my lush friends who have been so encouraging and sweet to me. Four guys in particular – you know you who are (Mr. J for inspiring this – Mr. N for the daily shoulder – Mr. GW for being pissed off in my honor and Mr. A for letting me get him in trouble and for being too sweet to admit it!). But so many of you make me smile and keep the dirty thoughts going. (haha). BIG hugs and Kisses (w/tongue)! I hit the snooze button on the alarm, go back to sleep, and then wake up five minutes later. I look at the time again and weigh my options. I could sleep another hour or I could get up and do all the shit I have to get done today. Or I could just lay here and enjoy something that’s very rare in my house: SILENCE! That beautiful “sound” of complete quiet… I’m in bed alone. For once. Mr. Espresso let me sleep in a bit and took the little one outside. The temptation to go back to sleep grows. I’m free for a bit. But I’m not enjoying it just yet. I suddenly feel guilty and stressed, and just – overwhelmed with this thing we called life. Okay, I need a pick-me-up. I need to wake up, clear my head, get the juices flowing…Yeah….I smile to myself. porno izle I know exactly what I’m going to do. My right hand snakes it’s way down my body, to my panties. The white, soft fabric is already burning hot from my internal furnace. My clit is a needy little bitch, begging to be touched. But I won’t just yet – I make her wait. Hmmm…What fantasy is going to mentally accompany me, send me over the edge, keep me pumping and then make me cum hard? The more fantastical, dirty, absurd and even forbidden, the better. But sometimes even the most ordinary images can do the trick… I think of the wonderful lush guys I have flirted with, chatted with, lusted over, and yes, stroked myself thinking about. I think of them individually and imagine it’s them touching me. I imagine it’s YOU touching me. You know who you are from our conversations, private messages, erotic little profile comments and pictures. A couple of you know my first name, what I look like, and support me when I’m having a bad day. You have given me shoulder to cry on when I’m having a bad day. YOU know who you are. So I’m thinking of YOU. I fly out to see you in your country, state or city. We are in an elevator (or lift for my British folks!) going up to your apartment (or flat!) or an hotel room. You amatör porno try to be a gentlemen, at first. But the excitement of having me in your reach, and the urge to be on top of me, or in me, is too damn strong. I glide along my slit and lightly pat, tap, and caress the triangle mound, still over my underwear, still teasing myself. You pin me against the wall and you bend your knees a bit because I’m so fucking short. You take my hand in yours and lay the biggest, deepest most amazing kiss on me. It’s a battle of tongue supremacy as we go at each other with relish and sheer appreciation. I just love how my skin feels under my fingertips, under both sets of fingers. I love the unbelievable feel and raw beauty of my naked skin. I love the wakening of nerves and the discovery of a new area on my body that actively responds to my touch I dip my hand (your hand dips) under the waistband and part the skin of my luscious slit, feeling along my fat pussy lips. I (you) stroke my labia and inner folds, which are already super wet and slick. I’m (you are) ready to feel the sensitive feeling of my clit and eagerly hook my (your) middle finger onto it. Your hands wander along my body, wanting to feel every part of me. The skin to skin contact is thrilling. anal porno My heartbeats deepen and I’m breathless, speechless. That first touch is electric. My chest tightens a bit and my breathing speeds up. My heart rate increases, beating so hard and fast. I can actually feel the thump, thump, thumping underneath my fingers, at the base my clit. I seduce my body with my other hand. I lightly sweep my fingertips ever so lightly over the skin of my right shoulder, down my arm. There are sensitive, yet neglected nerves in the crook of my elbow, and the veins of my wrist. My fingers come back up my arm and shoulder, to my neck, then down chest and over my cleavage. I bend my left arm so that I can touch my left side, starting under my ribcage I rake my fingers down my side to the curve of my hip, feeling the contours and muscles of my curves, my hills and valleys. I cross my belly, not caring that it’s rounder and fleshier than I want or not as flat as a thin girl’s stomach. Right now, relying only on my sense of touch, I love this imperfect tummy. I love how soft it feels, how the skin is cool on the surface and hot underneath. My hand finds the intersection where my hip, pelvis and thighs meet, a secret little area that I love to be caressed, licked, and bitten. I traced the edge of my pussy, teasing myself, while my other hand is still locked onto my sensitive love button. You feel the warm my pussy wanting to bury your fingers deep. We could get caught by someone at any moment, on any floor. I freeze, thinking I hear a noise.

This is my second true story and it was unplanned. I’ve been through some drama recently that was a total surprise and pretty hurtful. I’m sharing this for my lush friends who have been so encouraging and sweet to me. Four guys in particular – you know you who are (Mr. J for inspiring this –…

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