Yesterday started out the same as other days. I was aroused and excited to play as always. I knew I would get off on my first call, and I had my toys ready to go.
The first toy, of course, was lovely. It starts off small and gets bigger once it’s all the way in. That held open feeling is nice. It’s also kind of textured. The surface has lots of little ripples that are supposed to resemble veins, I suppose. With a condom and lots of lube, the ripples are fun.
The second one is a contradiction to the first. The head is the biggest part and the rest of it is a little smaller and super smooth. That’s what I can feel mostly. The head going all the way in and sliding all the way out. It’s an overwhelming sensation that makes me forget that my hole is stretched open to take it.
Then he called. I love to be a slut for my callers. My holes are yours and I enjoy cumming for you because you enjoy taking me there. Usually I am hyper aware of myself.
Somewhere along the way this time, I lost myself completely. It was after the my first cum…I am still amazed by that feeling-like it’s not going to happen and then “wham!”-it’s there. My legs shake and my pussy clenches and drips like crazy.
I’m not sure how to explain how animalistic I felt. It was like I was running on pure lust. It was so very good and I wanted more and more and more. Once I start to fuck my pussy with the second toy, the cums didn’t really stop. It was one long up and down wave. On the down waves, all I could think about was getting to the top again. On the up waves, I was gone. Literally gone.
The only coherent thoughts other than reaching for that feeling were the ones he was painting for me. I could see myself being stretched open by his fingers. I could see him above, feeding me his cock. I could see him cumming and cumming with me trying to take it all.
Once I came down and started catching my breath, I realized that I had been somewhere else. The room around me had been non-existent for a while. Only as I came down did my environment come slowly back into focus. I think a truck could have driven through the house at one point and I would have been blissfully unaware.
I stayed a heap on the sofa for a long while. I was beautifully exhausted, curled up in a ball with no strength in my arm or legs.
He left me in a happy, mushy, puddle.
I love playing with you guys. I love what you do to me. It’s blissfull.
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