Last Night

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Last Nightnote: I had trouble sleeping last night, so I tried imagining what someone else would do.Female POVIt’s three a.m. and I’m still not sleeping. I’ve tried reading an old college text book I had lying around but that just served to occupy my brain. It was fascinating re-reading through all the old notes I’d made, old concepts long forgotten. But this wasn’t helping. My clock says 3:02am. I’m not bored.I need to sleep. Maybe I can exhaust myself. My thoughts turn to the new object in my bedside drawers. It only arrived last week and it’s made quite an impression. And there was that video I watched only last night, with that rigging. It loked so hot. No time like the present, huh?Out it comes, trailed by a long cable. I study it for a moment, churning over what I’m about to do. It’s white bodywork hid power I hadn’t known before, the bulbous business end looked so innocuous. Out from the drawer came the tape I bought from that seedy little place in town.I stretched, only a little nervous, canlı bahis şirketleri on the bed and wriggled out of my pyjama bottoms, it’s matching tshirt top having long since been discarded in favour of naked comfort. I closed my eyes and let my finger tips roam my body of thier own accord while I brought my imaginary lover into being, strong, experienced and handsome. With confidence he lay me down and quickly took control, my makeshift latex rig suddenly making sense in my head. The little nubs atop my breasts were pinched lightly simply to bring my blood to the surface, to activate my nerve endings and bring the experience into sharp focus.Slithering strokes the length of my thighs brought a tingle to my skin all over while the cool night air caressed my sex. My imaginary Master told me it was time to begin.The vibrating end of my wand pressed lightly against my pussy, held in place by scarlet latex wrapped around my thighs and waist the way I’d seen in the video. A sharp canlı poker oyna gasp and a grunt of appreciation mixed with the sudden buzz of the toy to fill the silence of my bedroom. With my eyes closed my Master had me helpless with arms at my sides, hand raised to my pillow while my hips began to work on thier own.I heard my own breathing turn to panting and then to weak mewling and moaning in time with my rising stimulation.That first climax hit me like a freight train leaving me nothing more than a hot wet smear across the landscape, unstoppable and loud and devastating. My Master smiled at me and told me I was a good girl but there was more, so much more. Unable to take my hands from the headboard I just moaned and my hips rolled and my toes curled as I felt myself being taken from peak to peak.Every inch of my skin felt oversensitive. From the brush of the bedcover material to the light, cool breeze from the open window had me soaring but nothing could match the deep rumbling bets10 güvenilir mi between my thighs. My knees raised and the angle of the machine changed causing a gutteral cry of lust. The wand which had been placed over my vagina was suddenly pressed hard on my aroused clitoris. I left the world behind even as I gouged scratch marks in my wooden headboard and bunched material under my toes and I soared for aeons before crashing back oto my bed sweating and strained.Enough! I said to my imaginary Master, please, no more! I reached for the toy with trembling hands that soon forgot thier purpose when another orgasm washed over me like a tidal wave follwed by another and another, each stronger than the last and with barely time to gulp down air between them three in a row.I squirmed and pushed and pawed and every movement brought new pleasure. Everything between my legs was soaked and slipery. I came again. More claw marks in the headboard. My Master looked down on me and said ‘enough’. The device shut off and trembling fingers retreated, allowing me to lay back, still twitching in my afterglow, still reeling from locomotive impact.My clock says 10:34am. I must have fallen asleep. My wand is still strapped to me by latex binding. I don’t need to sleep anymore.

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