Week 133 #MasturbationMonday Teasing the hot repairman...

Welcome to Week 133 of Masturbation Monday

This week a snip from Hard and Fast

Eventually, Joss stretched out beside him. Billy gathered her close. His blue eyes were luminescent, filled with satisfaction. But Joss’ body still thrummed for some fulfilment of her own. 

He rolled her onto her back and hovered over her, kissed her lips briefly then moved to take a taut nipple into his mouth, right through her shirt, but that didn’t last long either.  

“I think it’s your turn.” 

Before she could ask, he undid the button on her shorts and tugged down the zipper. She lifted her hips and he removed the garment. He then pushed her legs open and sat between them. His strong jaw tightened again as he stared at her cunt. 

“Rub it, Joss. Let me watch.” 
  
Unable to believe she was about to do this, Joss slid her hand down her body with deliberate slowness. Although she needed some release too, more so, she wanted to see Billy’s reaction. To drive him mad with desire for her. The way he watched her and the tension that built in him, it showed in his face and his body, making her feel so powerful. Like everything she did turned him on.

Joss palmed her mound—her fingers folded naturally around her pussy lips. Billy gripped her ankles. Joss dipped her middle finger into her wet heat, and although it felt good she feigned a gasp, just to gauge his response. 

His Adam’s apple bobbed and he gritted his teeth. Furthermore, to her delight, his cock was already stirring, showing signs of getting back in the game. 

Joss moved to her clit, giving it a light tap. It sent jolts of sensation shooting through her midsection. She bent her knees, providing him an even better view. Billy’s lips parted while he watched raptly.  

Joss began to circle her clit with the speed and pressure that she liked. Billy caressed her legs, much like she’d done to him. His touch was tender yet firm. But when he passed her knee and started to skim his fingers on the inside of her thighs, heat coursed through her. She eased up in an attempt to prolong it.  

Billy stroked his thumbs firmly through the creases of her thighs. The contact made her legs quiver.  

“Ya like that,” he breathed. 

Still using his thumbs, he pulled ever so gently on her outer lips, stretching her skin, completely exposing her clit to her rotating digit. The feeling was raw and intense. 

All artifice forgotten, Joss voiced her pleasure. 

“Oh yeah,” Billy joined in, his own eagerness spiking again.  

Billy tucked his middle finger just an inch or so into her pussy, then dragged it toward her backside. 

It sent Joss into a deep, convulsing climax.

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Week 132 #MasturbationMonday In the Flesh #lesfic

A snip from In the Flesh

Kate took several deep breaths and shook out her arms.

“Relax. I’ve got you.” The confidence reflected in Carly’s eyes made her nervousness shift to excitement. “You’re going to walk out there and remember what it’s like to be on stage. The rush, that burst of adrenaline. It’s addictive.” 

“Two minutes, ladies.” Tavis hurried past. “It’s a packed house.” 

“Oh, God!” Kate uttered. Carly turned Kate so her back was to her and began to massage her shoulders. As usual, Kate melted at her touch. Pins and needles shot all over her body when Carly grazed her lips up her neck. 

Carly paused near her ear. “Tonight I want all that passion you feel right now directed at me. You give me what I want out there and afterward I’ll give you what you need. What we both need.” 

Kate all but whimpered as the tiny dancer left her gasping. 

Before long, they stood center stage. The spotlight encircled them. Kate’s heart pounded in panic. 

“Watch me,” Carly whispered. The music started and the paso-tango-Carly went by in a blur of bright lights and fast-paced steps. 

At first, Kate was aware of her nerves and the audience, but as they responded raucously, she remembered what it was like to feed off the rousing excitement. But it was Carly who turned up the heat with the undulating hip action and intricate steps. The things she could do with her body were simply amazing and so incredibly sexy. It not only had the crowd panting after her, but Kate as well. 

Too soon the number was over. The last strains of music played as they faced each other, mouths inches apart, chests heaving. The overhead lights dimmed. 

A slow smile lit Carly’s face. “You did it, and you were spectacular.” 

“Was I?” She couldn’t remember a goddamn thing. 

Carly closed the space and pressed her lips to Kate’s. 

As if she weren’t dizzy enough from the performance high and endorphins pinging around her over-exerted body. For two days she’d resisted the overwhelming urge to take that plump, beautiful mouth and now it was all hers. 

Kate cupped Carly’s neck and slanted her head, deepening the kiss. To her utter delight, Carly not only opened her mouth, inviting her in, but molded her sweaty, heaving form to Kate’s. She slid her hands down to Kate’s bum and lifted, fitting their hard mounds together. The pressure felt wonderful. 

All of a sudden, Tavis was there. “Take it in the back, ladies. These animals are about to blow the lid off this place if you give them any more. They can still see you.” 

Reluctantly, Carly raised her head. She gave Tavis a scathing glare. “Your timing sucks, pretty boy.” 

Hand-in-hand, they ran through the corridor until they reached the studio. The second the door closed, Kate pressed Carly against it, picking up where they’d left off. But this time, they went at it as if starved. Lips and teeth mashed together, tongues tangling. Every nerve-ending Kate had tingled with need. 

Straining, she couldn’t seem to get close enough. Kate pressed her breasts against Carly’s, seeking the intimate contact she’d been craving. 

Carly reached down and cupped Kate’s cunt. With her palm against Kate’s mound, her fingers naturally curled between her legs. “Oh yes,” Kate gasped into Carly’s open mouth. Carly squeezed her overheated flesh, catch-and-release style, repeating the action over and over. 

“Oh, God, Carly, I’m going to come.” 

Carly’s hand became frenzied. She clamped down and swirled her fingers, bringing Kate to a quick, thundering orgasm. 

Kate pressed her legs together, trapping Carly. She placed her hand over Carly’s, flattening it out, putting pressure on her pelvic bone, keeping the sweet waves of ecstasy flowing. 

“Already?” Carly moaned, nipping at Kate’s open mouth as she panted for air. 

“You make me crazy.” Kate ducked her head and sucked Carly’s erect nipple through her damp T-shirt. 

“Ahhh!” She took hold of Kate’s head. 

Kate grazed the tight bud with her teeth, pleased when rewarded with another groan. 

“Keep that up and I’ll come, too,” Carly mumbled. 

That was exactly what Kate had in mind. With the tip of her tongue, Kate rapidly licked Carly. She whimpered and squirmed. “Lift your shirt.” Hastily they both pulled up the thin cotton. “You have beautiful tits.” 

“Not too small?” It was the first thing she’d ever said that made Kate wonder if she was really as confident as she tried to project. 

“No, they’re a perfect handful. Any more’s a waste.” Kate cupped both, plumping and squeezing. 

Carly’s eyes fluttered and she sagged against the door as Kate lowered her head and greedily sucked one pebbled nipple, then the other. She sampled the erect nubs in turn, finally settling on the more sensitive side. 

“You like it better over here,” Kate said, barely lifting her mouth from the sweet peak. 

A strangled cry was the only answer. 

With the flat of her tongue, she licked slowly, upping the tempo by gradual degrees until she feathered the engorged nub relentlessly. It was the same rhythmic torture she planned to use when she eventually had the pleasure of laving her clit. As best she could with her fingers, she imitated the rapid caress on the opposite breast. 

“Ahhh, fu...ahhh,” Carly keened, her fingernails scraping Kate’s scalp. All of a sudden, her hips bucked and she quivered. She stifled a scream, making Kate’s inner muscles clench too. 

Kate tried to hold her as she came. Carly’s body stiffened. She arched her back into the door, rocking her pelvis against Kate. 

A sudden knock made them jump. 

“Carly!” 

“Fuck, Tavis, not now.” She looked down at Kate, where she’d paused, her wet lips still inches from her heaving breast. She stroked Kate’s jaw, urging her return. It didn’t take much convincing. Kate fluttered her tongue repeatedly, gently teasing the delicious nub. 

“We need to escort you ladies out. Now.” 

Carly let out a curse and grasped the back of Kate’s head, as if seeking one last lashing. Desperate not to disappoint, Kate sucked her nipple, drawing back slightly. 

“I want so much more of that.” Unfortunately, Carly straightened, disengaging from Kate’s mouth with a soft pop. 

“Let’s get outta here.” 

Haphazardly, Carly shoved things into her bag. Kate collected her own carryall then turned back. The other woman’s hungry gaze raked over her damp T-shirt before she opened the door.

In the hall, Tavis waited with several of the security. Mike was there, too. 

“Come on.” Kate took her outstretched hand. The detail closed in and rushed them to a limousine out back.

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Week 126 #MasturbationMonday Who needs snippets - just go enjoy that video prompt!

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A snip from m/m, erotic, gay-for-you story, Adrenaline Lust

An attending physician tutors his intern in more than just medicine...

One handed, Kin reached behind his head and gripped the collar of his shirt and pulled it off over his head. His abdominal muscles rippled as he tossed it aside. He left his jeans on but undone. 

On the prowl, Kin neared him, his gaze never leaving Blaine’s. “Are you sure about this?” 

In answer, Blaine kissed him for a change. He poured every tumultuous emotion he was wrestling with into it. 

Kin coaxed him backward onto the bed and followed him down, covering him. He pulled Blaine’s arms above his head. He wrapped his hands around Blaine’s wrists and held them, all the while their tongues duelled. Slowly but surely, he felt Kin inching back up. 

Kin tossed his knees over Blaine’s hips, straddling him. He placed his bare chest to Blaine’s naked abdomen, then slowly skimmed his hard body up Blaine’s. He ended the complete body roll by pressing his pelvis to Blaine’s then dragging his burgeoning erection against Blaine’s full-fledged hard-on. Blaine arched his back loving the feel of Kin’s large body on top of him. 

Kin eased to the side and began to caress him. He started at his pecs and worked his way downward until he finally reached the part of him vibrating for some much-needed attention. Then he took his time, exploring and teasing every inch, from the tip of his cock to the crack of his ass and everywhere in between. 

Kin rubbed Blaine’s balls, lightly squeezing them. Blaine’s attention-starved cock bobbed over his abdomen.

“Ya like that?” Kin mumbled. 

“Mmm.” Blaine hummed as Kin flexed his hand. When he cupped his sac, he smoothed his fingers over Blaine’s perineum. A surge of excitement shot not only through his dick but made his asshole clench. 

“Relax.” 

Sure, easy for him to say when he didn’t have another man poking and probing his back passage. But he couldn’t deny it felt good. 

Kin shuffled down the bed but thankfully still kept stroking Blaine’s body. 

Crooking an arm behind his head, Blaine cracked an eye open to find Kin staring at his junk. He licked his lips, and Blaine’s cock pulsed at the action. 

Kin bowed his head and licked the end of Blaine’s straining penis. Unable to help himself Blaine’s hips flexed. 

“Eager are we?” Kin asked before fluttering his tongue all around the throbbing head. 

“Uhhh, yeah, that’s good.” Blaine melted into the mattress and let Kin have his way. 

Kin deep-throated him. Rivulets of saliva poured down his shaft. 

“Holy fuck, man, for a guy who’s only sucked cock once before, you sure know exactly what to do,” Blaine said. His voice sounded laboured even to him. 

Kin came up for air. “I’m just doing what I would like.” 

Blaine tucked that bit of info away for later. 

With one steadying hand on his pulsing dick, Kin used the other molding Blaine’s balls. At first just soft touches, stroking and exploring. Then he spread the wetness from his mouth all over Blaine’s swollen testes. At the same time, he went down on him with utter abandon, swallowing his cock over and over. 

“God that feels good.” Blaine panted. 

He toyed with Blaine’s ass. His caresses became bolder, more invasive. Reflexively, he clenched, and Kin immediately moved away. 

Kin hummed. The vibration reverberated through his shaft all the way down to his sac. His hips twitched driving the length deeper into Kin’s throat. Blaine gripped the sheets and tightened every muscle he owned in an attempt to slow his racing need. Christ! How he wanted it to last. 

Without warning, Kin sucked hard, on an upward arc. Pleasure-pain like an electrical current shot up his shaft. Blaine’s hips came off the bed. Just as quickly, Kin released the suction, then shimmied down the bed until he was between Blaine’s legs. With soft strokes he teased Blaine’s balls with his tongue, laving and licking them, even taking a moment to give some attention to the perianal area, once again, coming close to Blaine’s butthole. 

A guttural groan escaped him. It wasn’t often he got that kind of thorough attention and never from a guy, but he was enjoying every fucking second of it. But it kinda made sense too. As Kin had said, he was only doing what he would enjoy. It took a man to please a man. 

Individually, he sucked one ball then the other into his hot mouth, alternating rolling his tongue and sucking. His technique soft yet rough at the same time. It kept Blaine on guard, never knowing what to expect, pleasure, pain or both. 

“Jesus, Kin what are you doing to me?” 

“Feel good?” he asked, looking up at him. His cock throbbed between them answering for him. 

“Feels sooo good.” 

“You ain’t felt nothin’ yet. Ya got lube?” 

He reached for the tube that conveniently sat by the bedside. Thanks to Kin, lately he’d been masturbating like a teenaged boy. Perhaps that was what was giving him some blessed longevity. 

The mattress dipped, and Blaine lost sight of Kin as he slipped right off the end of the bed and onto the floor. 

“Scooch that tight ass down here,” he said before Blaine heard him squeezing a liberal blob of lubricant into his hand. “Grab a pillow and tuck it under your hips.” 

Hesitantly, Blaine crab-walked to the end of the bed. Kin centred the pillow in the arch of his spine, tipping his pelvis. He then coated his stiff cock and ass with the slippery stuff. Once again Blaine sagged at the amazing attention. 

Firmly, Kin wrapped his hand around the base of Blaine’s dick and pumped gently, while fluttering his fingers over his virgin hole, tapping and circling. Every time Blaine stiffened in anticipation of the eventual invasion, Kin darted away. 

Keeping him blissfully confused, Kin changed it up, switching between a quick hand job then a little anal play. 

“Pull your knees back,” he said, his own voice choppy with arousal. 

As Blaine tucked his hands behind his knees and held his legs, Kin surreptitiously, eased his index finger inside his ass, knuckle deep, then stopped, allowing him a chance to get used to it. 

“Sneak,” Blaine said, without heat, relieved in a way.

“Ya thought you knew all about the male anatomy, didn’t you? Pay attention, intern, you’re about to get schooled.”

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Week 124 #MasturbationMonday Naughty Office Romance The NØ Frat Clause #erotic

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I couldn’t seem to comprehend anything Doug said. Situated directly outside my office, every move Lexi made demanded my attention. Painful boner or not, I had to get up and close the fucking door. 

“You okay, Roger?” Doug asked as I gently sat back down, his forehead creased in concern.  

“Yeah, sorry, Doug. I’m not feeling quite right today.” I didn’t mind speaking candidly with him. He was a work acquaintance first, but we’d seen each other enough in social situations, and I considered him a friend as well.  

“I’m sorry to hear that. You do look a bit flushed. Don’t give whatever you’re coming down with to me. I just got over that flu that’s been going around. I don’t need a relapse.” 

“No, it’s more of a work-related dilemma than an ailment.” 

“Oh? Would it happen to have anything to do with the shifting of positions around here?” 

“Uhh …” I hesitated. 

“Are things not working out? Between you and your new PA?” 

Working out? No. They weren’t fucking working out. I’d lost my fucking mind where she was concerned, and every day I couldn’t wait to get to work so I could play with her. Like she was a freakin’ new toy. All I wanted to do was put my fingers in her and put her in my mouth.  

I rolled my eyes at my wayward thoughts. Thoughts which also made my fucking cock, which had started to ease, inch back up. But Doug took my reaction the wrong way. 

“Mmm, well, maybe it’ll just take a little more time. She seems like a good fit …” 

I had visions of sliding effortlessly into her sweet cunt. Yep, we fit just fine.

“You just need to train her to be what you want and need …” 

I bit the inside of my cheek.  

“I know it took me a while to whip my assistant into shape.” 

Ahh, fuck!  

“But now we work flawlessly. Practically read each other’s minds now.” 

“No, she’s wonderful. I just … uh … she’s just …” I cleared my throat, knowing I was giving him the wrong impression. 

“Ohh, I see,” he said, an all-knowing grin forming. “She’s distracting you from your work.” 

I grimaced, not wanting to confirm his supposition. 

“Well, now, I can see how that could happen. She is a lovely girl.” His elbow twitched, and he gave me a conspiratorial wink.  

“Well. How about you get those documents you need me to sign, and I’ll let you get back to your lovely distraction.” 

I spun the paperwork in his direction. He took a pen from his lapel and signed where I indicated, then several times over.  

When we’d finished, he rose. “Well, thanks again, Roger. Always good doing business with you and the boys. You’ll call me when the applicants have been signed?” 

“Yes. Or my new assistant might call instead.” 

“Well, that would be a welcome change,” he said, walking to the door, but before he opened it, he asked, “So, do they have regulations in place around here about dating co-workers?” 

“We do.” 

“I see.” He whipped open the door, and my gaze landed squarely on Lexi, as did his.  

She looked up and her lips parted as she made eye contact with me. Her focus then shifted to Doug, and she forced a cordial smile. “Again, I could take her off your hands, you know,” Doug said conspiratorially out of the corner of his mouth. 

“I hope that won’t be necessary, but that’s real good of you to offer, you old dog.” 

He snorted and clapped me on the shoulder. “Anything for you, old friend.”  

Louder, he said, “Well, all the best, Roger.” We shook hands. “I think you’re going to need it,” he said for my ears only. 

“Yeah, don’t I know it,” I agreed. 

“Have an excellent day, Lexi,” he said as he left.  

“You too, Mr. Parkman.” She kept her attention on his back until he was out of sight, then she turned back to me. Her attention strayed south, and she stared straight at my crotch. I made no move to hide the fact that my cock was erect. Don’t think I could have if I tried. It was large and in charge for the moment. Lingering, she took my full measure before meeting my gaze. And when she did, it was hot.  

Ever so slowly, she rose to her feet. Silently, she walked to within a foot of me where I stood frozen in the doorway. Coyly, her gaze rose to mine. Her lovely eyes danced with enthusiasm. “Are you ready for me to help you with that big … job now, Roger, sir?”  Her little pink tongue peeked out as she licked her lips.  

Raw heat made my skin prickle. Her hands rose to waist height, and for a moment I thought she was going to reach for my trousers before we’d even closed the door. But she kept moving, backing me into the room, and caught the door with her foot as soon as we’d cleared the threshold.  

The second we had some privacy, she palmed my cock, and using the heel of her hand she ran the length, finally curving her fingers around my tender balls. She gave them one firm squeeze before unfastening my trousers. By then I’d run out of room and butted up against the desk. I couldn’t think past her skilled hands and my own monstrous anticipation.  

“I’ve been hard for a solid hour now,” I said, but my voice wasn’t above a harsh whisper. I must have sounded angry. She looked up at me sharply but sank to her knees. 

“I can take care of that,” she murmured.

Blurb The NØ Frat Clause

Fresh out of college, Lexi Wideman lands an entry level job at a lucrative recruiting firm. Only six months into her tenure, she’s offered a major promotion—executive assistant to Roger Kent, the company’s coveted corporate headhunter. Older, irresistible, and ruggedly handsome, Roger Kent turns her into a liquid pool of need with just one smoldering glance. But the opportunity is just too good to pass up this early in her career. Lexi must find a way to remain professional while panting after her boss.

Roger Kent is thrown off guard when the company execs all of a sudden decide he needs an assistant. Perhaps he does, but Lexi Wideman is not the girl for him. She's smart, young, and gorgeous. It's hard enough trying to keep his eyes off her. Working in such close proximity, day after day, it would only be a matter of time before his hands followed.

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#MasturbationMonday 2nd Anniversary Edition - Rules are rules #flashfic

 Masturbation Monday — Week 104

Wishing Kayla, all the M-M authors, bloggers and contributors, and especially the loyal Masturbation Monday readers, a Happy Two Year Anniversary.

Flash Fiction 

I writhe in anticipation waiting for him to ejaculate, spray his come all over my face and breasts. I crave a piece of him in any way I can get it.
 

From my vantage point I can see that he's close. His shaft is rock hard, the skin so taught it's shiny. Veins pulsing. The head has taken on that purplish hue. It all but throbs every time he pumps his cock on the upward pull. He's not jerking. There's no sense of urgency. But I know, he's using every ounce of willpower he owns to go slow. Draw it out, for both of us.

It's driving me crazy. My mouth waters. My heart pounds. And my pussy, oh God, my pussy hurts. My bum feels wet against the tabletop, all my juices gathering there.

I tug at the bindings around my wrists, but know it's futile. He'd never allow that.

I want to touch him. I want to be the one who brings him to climax, wrap my hands around that thick beautiful cock. Or better yet have him slip his dick into my mouth and rock in and out with that same slow rhythm he is still torturing us both with.

I open my mouth, silently offering, begging him with my eyes.

He doesn't even acknowledge. Doesn't smirk arrogantly or shake his head. His tempo never falters. I may as well not even be there.

The muscles in his neck chord. The pulse at the base of his neck throbs rapidly. The tension building in him radiates through his entire rigid frame.

A drop of pre-cum drips from his slit and falls as if in slow motion to the floor.

"Oh God, yes, come, come, fucking come all over me!"

He freezes. Then drops his hands to his sides.

I want to bite through my traitorous tongue. I hadn't realized I'd even spoken aloud.

No! No. No. Please!

Once more I twist at my bindings but this time in frustration and disappointment. I bash my fists off the table and bite my tongue so I won't make another sound. Though I'm on the verge of tears.

With a grimace—the only glimmer of emotion he's shown since we entered the room— he attempts to tuck his distended cock back into his pants but it's a lost cause. He's too long, too hard. He pulls his shirt over instead, depriving me once again. 

Please! The word is forming on my lips. But he gives my chin a slight swat, closing my jaw, gnashing my teeth together. He knows me too well.

He does an about-face and walks to the door. He turns out the light. Closes the door and leaves me.

Darkness envelopes me. My own rapid inhalations are the only remaining sound in the room. It pisses me off.

Unrequited need pulses at my core. My breasts tingle. I want to come so badly. I squirm. I press my tailbone into the table. I try to close my thighs—as much as I possibly can, with my ankles still tethered—and arch my back hoping beyond hope that just the right contour of my body will add some much needed pressure to just the right spot and it'll be enough to topple me over that narrow edge. I try imagining him licking my greedy cunt. Or him ramming into me savagely, over and over. But nothing helps.

I cry out in agony, disappointment and anger at my own weakness. I don't care if he hears.

I let my futile tears fall.

In time—Christ knows how much time—my body calms but the ache in my outer labia remains, as a bitter reminder. I'd endure it for hours if not days, depending on his whim.

I knew the rules coming in. Perhaps next time, I'd have the discipline to obey them and in return reap the spoils.

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Week 101 #MasturbationMonday A little effort...

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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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