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Monday 8 August 2016

Week 101 #MasturbationMonday A little effort...




It felt good. I just wasn’t getting there. Though it didn’t stop him. I could feel the tension in him rising. His thrusting became frenzied. He slammed into me fully. His hips jerked erratically and he made that sound of pleasure coupled with disappointment. He fell forward but staggered his arms keeping his bulk from me.

“I’m sorry, babe. You just feel so good.”

He glanced at the clock.

“Shit. I gotta go. I’m gonna be late for work.” He looked torn. “Do you want me to...” His hand dithered over my mound.

“No. It’s fine. Go.”

“You sure?”

I nodded.

He dropped a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll make it up to you tonight. I promise.”

Sure, sure, I'd heard that before.

He rolled onto his hip, then off the bed.

I admired his fine bare ass as he walked to the bathroom.

I pulled the sheets over me.

My body still hummed with pent-up energy.

I slid my hand down to my pussy and stroked my fingers over my labia. I was wet from him. From me. I took my other hand and circled one nipple coaxing it to a tight bud. My partner could make me come just by playing with my nipples. It just wasn’t the same when I tried to stimulate them myself.

My husband rushed from the washroom, fully dressed. He looked dashing in the grey three piece. He barely spared me a second glance and called a hasty good-bye.

I rimmed my vaginal opening, easing inside as I rounded.

I gave my nipple on last twist, deciding to concentrate where I knew I could find some relief and fast.

With one hand, I held my pussy lips apart. My aching clit poked. I tapped and circled. I loved exposing all those little nerve-endings. That intensity, that burn, so sensitive, it almost hurt. It wouldn’t be long.

I dipped into my pussy wetting my fingertip. I was so aroused my slit was downright slippery.

I focused back on my throbbing clit.

Outside, I heard the car door slam. The engine start. The car pull from the driveway. The acceleration, as he drove down the street.

If he'd only put in a little more effort...

“Sometimes, I just don’t need you,” I panted and brought myself to a thundering climax.

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