He was supposed to visit today but had to cancel due to weather. I was primed and ready, my body tingling with a hunger that needed – that still needs – to be filled. I had been looking forward to seeing him all week. Looking forward to what was sure to be that blissful pinnacle, the moment when I would finally feel his thick cock stretching me, driving into my body. Damn.
I poured my morning coffee, the early morning air cold against my bare legs, and wondered how I could possibly fill the ache within me. I certainly had options, but they all lacked the one thing I was really craving: human touch. I could run my hands all over my own body, I could pleasure myself 15 different ways. But there was nothing that could reenact the bliss of a another person’s hands on my body. Fuck.
Sure I could whip out the medicine ball, slide Bessie (my favorite pink g-spot vibe) into my slick, tight body. I could roll my hips, bounce a bit, each rise and fall driving Bessie deep up inside me. It wouldn’t take long like that. A bit of that action and I’d be cumming hard in a matter of minutes. Sometimes, I like to draw it out a bit, laying Bessie on her side, bent tip up and nestled against my clit. I rub and roll, grinding my hips in a figure eight while I play with ample tits. The ball allows me a wider range of motion, rolling forward and back, feeling that vibrating nub from clit to ass and back again. Nothing to complain about there…
But it wouldn’t be strong male hands on my body. It wouldn’t be a warm, throbbing cock inside me. Yes, the end result is the same. But one is intimate, passionate, connected. The other is just me, doing filthy things to a piece of exercise equipment.
I sipped my coffee, deep in thought. As the morning light brightened the white landscape outside my window, the light of inspiration slowly awakened inside me.
CJ, I said to myself, you have a hell of an opportunity here. A perfect excuse. A day to yourself. No distractions, no obligations, no reason to leave your apartment. Everything you need is here, music, food, fresh batteries, the laptop, coffee and a mischievous intent. What more do you really need on a snowy Friday?
So my salacious friends, stay tuned. I will report back after my day of mischief is complete…