Total pages in book: 14
Estimated words: 13270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 13270 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 66(@200wpm)___ 53(@250wpm)___ 44(@300wpm)
Finally, maybe nothing ever happened because I only imagined the attraction between us. On the few occasions that I did see my stepdad, nothing untoward ever took place. Sure, there were some smoldering glances and I swear, I saw a bulge in his pants a few times, but other than that, nada. There were never any late night escapades, nor any dirty tales to tell. As a result, I graduated from high school and went off to college a virgin, without a man touching me to make me moan.
But college has been exhausting, and I wanted to come home to relax this weekend. After all, I’m an economics major and taking some really difficult classes this semester. There’s one on econometrics, and also an economic history course that flabbergasts me. Evidently things like the price of beans in Venezuela can have an effect on the American economy. Who would have thought?
But as I lay on my mattress scrolling randomly on my phone, I started to feel bored. What the heck? I should feel relaxed and at ease, but instead a wave of lethargy overcomes me. I wasn’t just tired. I was bored, full stop. The temptation to lie back and melt into a puddle was overwhelming, but then something caught the corner of my eye on my cell. There was a pop-up ad with a woman bouncing around from right to left, and I clicked on it.
Bad idea. The ad zoomed out to take up my entire cell phone screen and suddenly it became obvious that the woman was actually nude. She was bouncing up and down vigorously with her face a rictus of ecstasy as her huge breasts bobbled.
Oh my gosh! Immediately, I tried to close the pop-up. My finger hit the X in the upper right corner, but it didn’t work. I furiously kept jabbing the X over and over again, and finally after about ten tries, it closed. But then more pop-ups appeared. They popped up again and again until I had at least five X-rated ads going simultaneously on my phone. It was utterly diabolical, I tell you.
Again, I worked furiously to try and close the advertisements, but they just wouldn’t do as told. They were like whack-a-moles that wouldn’t die as my fingers zipped from one to another. Finally, I gave up and re-booted my entire phone. I had to shut that thing down and then re-power it all over again just to get rid of these crazy advertisements. How do advertisers even do that? I swear, I’d just been browsing on some random news site when I was assaulted by the NC-17 pop-ups.
With an agitated sigh, I put my phone on my nightstand. What a close call. At least no one heard because the woman only moaned for about five seconds before I closed her screen. But in my mind’s eye, she came to life again. She was round and curvy like me, with long brown hair and big brown eyes. She was riding something, and I couldn’t tell what it was, but I was titillated for sure. Was it a broom handle? A wine bottle? Or something else?
With a cheeky smile, I silently reach over to my nightstand and open the drawer. Oh yes, it’s still there. My favorite toy. I haven’t used him in a long time because I’ve been away at school, and there’s no opportunity for that kind of private time when you share a tiny room with another woman. But here at home, I can indulge.
Quietly, I turn the Battery-Operated-Boyfriend on. A small whir sounds and I stared at the purple toy with delight. He’s small, I’ll say that. He’s probably only about two inches long, smooth and cylindrical. He’s not one of those fancy toys that have weird protrusions and things that look like propellers attached. He’s just a small bullet, made to stimulate a woman down there, but my toy is packed with a big punch. Now, I was going to have a little bit of fun on my own.
Quietly, I open my nightstand again and get out a bottle of lube. I oil the device up so that he’s goopy and slick, and then I quickly strip out of my clothes and lay back on the duvet. Ahh, it’s nice here! It’s peaceful and comfortable, and I have privacy for the first time in a long time.
Slowly, my hand goes down and I place the bullet between my legs, nestling it up against my slit. Mmm, it feels so good. My eyes close and I let out a small moan of pleasure. Yes, this is it. I pull my knees back and slowly edge the purple toy into my hole where it whirs away, making me shiver with ecstasy. Ah!
The toy’s not big and I keep pushing him into my interior with excruciating slowness, savoring the glide. My pussy’s getting a good ride and I squeeze my breast with one hand while inserting the toy even further in.