I’m not alone in the house where I am a guest for a few months. I have moved most of my belongings here because my 18 year relationship has ended while I was at the hospital for a month. This means I have most of my clothes, books, music instrument, but also more personal things, like dildos. And it’s not because I’m mending that I don’t have sexual desires. The idea of masturbating while there’s somebody in the house is arousing because it has to be done in silence.
I shut the door of my room, trying to make as little noise as possible. I go open my drawer where I keep my sex toys, go over them and pick my realistic flesh dildo. Getting on the bed slowly and without making any noise, I caress my pussy with my hands and with my dildo over my panties, but then I remove them to feel the dildo on my wetness. I’m playing around with the head of the dildo on my clitoris, sliding it between my pink folds. My pussy craves the sensation of being filled. I give in and let the dildo plunge in my wetness. Oh! the blissfulness of feeling it going deep inside me! I want to moan my pleasure out of my body, but I can’t.
My free hand rolls my clitoris, and the hand holding the dildo manoeuvres it in and out. My hips can’t stay still and start to follow its rhythm. I have to close my eyes and control my breathing. Not a sound must come out of my mouth as it’s totally silent in the house. Is my guest sleeping, or maybe listening? The risk of being caught is a powerful and electrifying stimulant. My head pushes back against my pillow and my body is lost in ecstasy as the silent orgasm takes over me. The only thing betraying the overwhelming sensation is my open mouth trying to catch up air!
I’m lost in the though of you, touching my skin, my breast. The feeling of my lingerie under my fingers is like the sun on the petals of a flower.
It’s no secret. I love coffee. I mean, I really, really love coffee. I love coffee so much, I go to bed and think of how good my next morning coffee is going to be. And if I’m wearing my favourite corset, then coffee is going to be even better.
I am a very zen and relaxed person. I guess because I’m an introvert, I fill up with energy when I simply lie on the sofa, doing nothing but letting my skin absorb the heat of the sun.
Staring at the window, I wait for your return. I’m your redhead, and I abandon myself in the thoughts of your love, daydreaming of your kisses and caresses. My long, soft, and curly red hair float on my shoulders. They’re long enough to cover my boobs, and my nipples. I’ll remember to push them aside when you’ll arrive so you can see my little buttons trying to pierce the lace of my green babydoll lingerie.
I know you’ll soon be here, and the smile on my face betrays my happiness. The sunlight reflects on the snow, and illuminates my eyes with hundreds of stars. It can get very cold here in Canada, but you can easily warm up inside our houses. If the temperature isn’t warm enough for you, our big heart will certainly get you all warmed up!
As I’m eagerly waiting for you, unceasingly looking out the window, the strap on my right shoulder falls off. More of my mellow boobs get uncover, and as a reflex, I automatically try to hide them with arm, even though there’s no one around to hide them from. This unfortunate movement creates an opulent cleavage, and a mischievous smile on my face.
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