Sometimes my pussy just starts aching and throbbing. I’ll be doing something completely nonsexual like, I don’t know, reading a book or standing in line at a checkout counter and all of a sudden an immense need takes over me. Perhaps I am over-sexed. I don’t know and, truthfully, I don’t really care.It happened today. I was having my manicure and sort of tuning out and staring blankly at the fuzzy TV screen up on the wall. I don’t think they have cable because that TV is always annoyingly fuzzy and you can’t ever really make out what’s on. At any rate, there I was with Paul shaping my nails and the conversation had lulled. I’m looking up at that TV and for no reason I start getting that sweet sensation between my legs.
Needless to say, I couldn’t do anything about it so I clenched my legs together and tried to concentrate again on my nails. I selected a really lovely Garnet color and they look absolutely fantastic by the way. But I digress. I manage to get through the rest of the appointment only because I am thinking I can touch my dripping pussy as soon as I get out to the car. I have tinted windows and its never been a problem.
Of course it dawns on me while I am sitting with my fingers under the dryer that I won’t be able to play with myself because my nails will be still wet. And of course that only served to make me hotter.
