Total pages in book: 97
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92809 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
When I get myself off, I always have fantasies. A stream of things I’ve done, or things I’ve got planned ahead in the calendar. Dirty scenes I relive or I crave. And this time there is only one thing I’d be thinking about at home if I was doing this.
Reuben Sinclair, and what the fuck he could do to me if he wanted to.
So, I think about Reuben while trying to ignore him. What a fucking paradox. I circle my clit and think of all the fucked-up things he’s done to me while I was hooded and unaware of what a salt and pepper stunner he was.
My fingers speed up of their own accord, and I grab for the dildo, trying not to look his way. I rub the head up and down my slit, closing my eyes as I deny my throbbing clit the rhythm of my fingers. I replace it with frustrating long sweeps of the dildo head instead.
I love this part – almost begging myself to let myself come. I always pretend it’s with someone else, and sometimes I even whisper it out loud. Please. A little bit faster. Just there. But I never give in to my own wishes if I’m truly trying to work myself up. I can come from clit play in about thirty seconds flat, but when I’m really playing, it’s a whole other story.
I moan as I push the cock head inside the first inch, having to hitch myself up for the angle. I always picture myself as younger when I do this – more inexperienced – but I haven’t really twigged that until now. Weird. I always imagine it’s a dick that’s ploughing me, not a dildo, and fuck myself like it’s my very first time, inch by inch as I whimper.
I’m whimpering now. Push, push, pushing until it’s all the way in.
I don’t pull it out and use a thrust method. That’s for when I’m with clients. It’s not that I don’t love it, because I do, but in my own time I have a few different measures. I make big circles with the end of the dick, so it ramps up the pressure inside me, and when I start squirming – building up to a peak – I always pull the toy out with a groan.
That’s what I do now, holding true to my own game.
I sink into the fantasy of it being a guy’s cock. Reuben’s. I pretend I’m disappointed as he pulls it out of me. I rub it up and down my slit, teasing my clit with every stroke, but I don’t break the rhythm and give my clit what it needs. I fight myself by bucking against it, frog legged as I crave more. Just there, please. Just there. But my imaginary lover denies me, and plunges his cock straight back inside.
Fuck yes, being sunk into never loses its thrill.
Over and over it goes. Cycle after cycle after cycle.
I get more frantic with my thrusting, whispering curses as I tug at my nipples, but I don’t break my own tease of a rhythm. I keep on going.
When I’m at home and playing like this, I put towels under me. I gush so fucking bad.
When I finally meet Reuben’s eyes, my heaving breaths have nothing to do with nerves, they are all about the waves of pleasure.
He’s smiling at me.
“That’s a good girl, Tiffany.”
Tiffany.
I love the way he says it.
“I’m so wet,” I tell him. “So fucking wet.”
“I know. I can hear.”
I give myself some more slit strokes and opt for a thicker dildo. Something dry and raw that will take some pushing to get it in. There’s a big flesh coloured one popping with veins lying right beside me, so I go for it. Perfect. It’s not so good at slit stroking, but it feels really fucking good when I start inching it into my pussy.
There is never anything fake about how much I love being stretched. Or how much I love people making me take it.
“Come closer, please,” I say to Reuben. “You don’t have to touch… just… watch…”
He gets up from his seat and moves to the foot of the bed, sitting down between my legs. Such a personal view.
I don’t change technique, but it takes a more dramatic turn. I deny myself until I’m cursing – begging an imaginary person for more of their dick when it’s out, and thanking them when it’s plunged back inside.
I’ve got a very vivid imagination.
I go crazy for clit orgasms, but deep vaginal is a whole other league, and these ones – where I’ve built myself up for fucking ages – are so off the scale I go crazy.
Reuben seems to read my mind as my hand goes patting around the selection of dildos for the next in line.