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I had been going weeks and sometimes months, without touching myself. Those times I went without the temporary feeling of a pleasurful high, never bothered me.
Touching myself had always been a regular thing. Sometimes fingers would be places on my breasts, stomach and past my hips were I'd play with my parts.
Not all times did touching myself result to a pleasureful release, no. In fact, sometimes it would end there.
A few touches here and there and soon I've lost interest.
I would become sick and tired, bored even of my own fingers touching my flesh.
I wondered what it would be like to have my fingers replaced by that of a man, women or female. But my mind tells me their touch would feel only the same, so I ignore my common feelings of arousal.
I noticed I become very aroused before my time of the month hits. Like I'm in heat, myself the puppy and owner in one. Having urges but restraining myself behind locked doors, under blankets and time. Time, which is against everyone.
Time curses me and as I release and my womanhood becomes numb from arosal and friction after it's releasing my fluids. I'm in the bathroom and my little brother beats against the door to use it. I had been sitting on the seat with my first and only vibrator that day. I groaned, feeling unsatisfied, cold and a regret knowing my time was not spent wisely in there.
Next time I felt the urge I was in the living room. For some reason I randomly came across the urge as I watched my little sister and brother play with friends in the yard.
They had been riding bikes once I was laying over the arm of the sofa, my bare hips bucking mildly against one of the pillows as I tried to watch the outside. At the end of my release my sister began to head to the house. I like to get a few minutes to calm my nerves after, but by this time I couldn't have. She was heading inside that instant.
It would be times like those, where I would remember when that one night I happened to give myself this pleasure. A feel that after releasing, I smiled and giggled as if the moment were on of the most perfect. Since then, I have never felt such a way afterwards.
Until a few nights ago..
It had been like any other night on this site. Me, rummaging through videos though nothing to get aroused too. I mostly found some pornography art and would observe or become inspired, rather than aroused for some quicky. However, that night I became more aroused than I have ever been.
I watched a few videos while laying there bare, one leg over my comforter and my head against my small throw pilllow as if it were a person.
I spent most of my teen years kissing dolls and pillows, and even now is what I had been doing. Pretending or playing a role, which usually does it for me.
My legs were clenched ever so slightly as I watched one video of a male playing the step father of a female who was playing his pretend step daughter.
The acting was that great, how as they began to wrestle I felt my nerves awaking as my feet pushed into my covers.
The male removed himself from the girl once he realized she had wet her leggings from getting aroused by their rough housing and stopped. The girl didn't stop.
She removed her leggings as he watched, trying to resist but never looking away from her lower area exposed. She then tackled him.
Sending him on his back as she attempted to wrestle him once more, only to find herself pushing up against his member. My thighs couldn't help but clench the covers as I watched hers. The expression on her face, knowing her lower lips were easily wrapped around his member; coding it in her womanly juices made me sigh with anticipation.
The look and the males face as he wanted to touch but kept his hands away. It wasn't long before she had him inside her and began bouncing as he held in to her hips. She had been a bit too aggressive for my taste, but my mood returned once the male told her to stop; soon lifting her up and placing her on her back in their garage.
His hands were placed on each side in her as he thrusts his hips into her hungrily, the action making my womanhood pulse as I imagine myself in the females place instead of her. Feeling his warm presence hold me to the ground and his moans. To know how he had tried to play innocent, to pretend as if he wanted nothing to do with her and yet fucked her as if it were a need... those moans, they weren't innocent. He sounded like a perverted old man who knew better, but did otherwise. It had only made my urgeres intensify and my womanhood pulse with impatients.
It wasn't long before I found myself hot between my mattress and comforter. The tension of the two in the video along with the dampness I felt absorbed in my comforter between my thighs, drove me near the edge.
I began to roll my hips a bit faster when the male happened to pull the female closer, as if he wasn't close enough.. and increased his speed even more. This had happened a few times already. My speed increasing the same as I listened to their body's clashing with each thrusting, making the sound of hot sweaty skin that along with everything, made me release.
I was hot and exhausted from moments of grinding my hips, although as the wave of pleasure hit me I was unaware of it. My panting grew louder, my eyes never parting with the screen. It was rather late or early, and I began to no longer pant but moan. It was unintentional, I'm fairly quiet..but this time it was rather loud in a small house with thin walls. I was afraid of being heard and tried to muffle it as I forced my fingers across my lips since for whatever reason, I could not stop myself from letting out cries of pleasure.
My frame trembled lightly as I place my device down and burying my face into my sheets with my eyes fluttered closed. I smile once again as my hand slips down to feel a bit of myself which trickled down my thighs before I drifted off to sleep.
It was that night I knew I still had it in me to make myself smile during my urges.
Touching myself had always been a regular thing. Sometimes fingers would be places on my breasts, stomach and past my hips were I'd play with my parts.
Not all times did touching myself result to a pleasureful release, no. In fact, sometimes it would end there.
A few touches here and there and soon I've lost interest.
I would become sick and tired, bored even of my own fingers touching my flesh.
I wondered what it would be like to have my fingers replaced by that of a man, women or female. But my mind tells me their touch would feel only the same, so I ignore my common feelings of arousal.
I noticed I become very aroused before my time of the month hits. Like I'm in heat, myself the puppy and owner in one. Having urges but restraining myself behind locked doors, under blankets and time. Time, which is against everyone.
Time curses me and as I release and my womanhood becomes numb from arosal and friction after it's releasing my fluids. I'm in the bathroom and my little brother beats against the door to use it. I had been sitting on the seat with my first and only vibrator that day. I groaned, feeling unsatisfied, cold and a regret knowing my time was not spent wisely in there.
Next time I felt the urge I was in the living room. For some reason I randomly came across the urge as I watched my little sister and brother play with friends in the yard.
They had been riding bikes once I was laying over the arm of the sofa, my bare hips bucking mildly against one of the pillows as I tried to watch the outside. At the end of my release my sister began to head to the house. I like to get a few minutes to calm my nerves after, but by this time I couldn't have. She was heading inside that instant.
It would be times like those, where I would remember when that one night I happened to give myself this pleasure. A feel that after releasing, I smiled and giggled as if the moment were on of the most perfect. Since then, I have never felt such a way afterwards.
Until a few nights ago..
It had been like any other night on this site. Me, rummaging through videos though nothing to get aroused too. I mostly found some pornography art and would observe or become inspired, rather than aroused for some quicky. However, that night I became more aroused than I have ever been.
I watched a few videos while laying there bare, one leg over my comforter and my head against my small throw pilllow as if it were a person.
I spent most of my teen years kissing dolls and pillows, and even now is what I had been doing. Pretending or playing a role, which usually does it for me.
My legs were clenched ever so slightly as I watched one video of a male playing the step father of a female who was playing his pretend step daughter.
The acting was that great, how as they began to wrestle I felt my nerves awaking as my feet pushed into my covers.
The male removed himself from the girl once he realized she had wet her leggings from getting aroused by their rough housing and stopped. The girl didn't stop.
She removed her leggings as he watched, trying to resist but never looking away from her lower area exposed. She then tackled him.
Sending him on his back as she attempted to wrestle him once more, only to find herself pushing up against his member. My thighs couldn't help but clench the covers as I watched hers. The expression on her face, knowing her lower lips were easily wrapped around his member; coding it in her womanly juices made me sigh with anticipation.
The look and the males face as he wanted to touch but kept his hands away. It wasn't long before she had him inside her and began bouncing as he held in to her hips. She had been a bit too aggressive for my taste, but my mood returned once the male told her to stop; soon lifting her up and placing her on her back in their garage.
His hands were placed on each side in her as he thrusts his hips into her hungrily, the action making my womanhood pulse as I imagine myself in the females place instead of her. Feeling his warm presence hold me to the ground and his moans. To know how he had tried to play innocent, to pretend as if he wanted nothing to do with her and yet fucked her as if it were a need... those moans, they weren't innocent. He sounded like a perverted old man who knew better, but did otherwise. It had only made my urgeres intensify and my womanhood pulse with impatients.
It wasn't long before I found myself hot between my mattress and comforter. The tension of the two in the video along with the dampness I felt absorbed in my comforter between my thighs, drove me near the edge.
I began to roll my hips a bit faster when the male happened to pull the female closer, as if he wasn't close enough.. and increased his speed even more. This had happened a few times already. My speed increasing the same as I listened to their body's clashing with each thrusting, making the sound of hot sweaty skin that along with everything, made me release.
I was hot and exhausted from moments of grinding my hips, although as the wave of pleasure hit me I was unaware of it. My panting grew louder, my eyes never parting with the screen. It was rather late or early, and I began to no longer pant but moan. It was unintentional, I'm fairly quiet..but this time it was rather loud in a small house with thin walls. I was afraid of being heard and tried to muffle it as I forced my fingers across my lips since for whatever reason, I could not stop myself from letting out cries of pleasure.
My frame trembled lightly as I place my device down and burying my face into my sheets with my eyes fluttered closed. I smile once again as my hand slips down to feel a bit of myself which trickled down my thighs before I drifted off to sleep.
It was that night I knew I still had it in me to make myself smile during my urges.
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