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As always, he has night shift. As always, I am alone in a bed that is much too big this night. As always, he spent the afternoon with Dösen on the couch to rest for the work, even when I follow Quitting time came home. It was clear to me from the start that it could be the case at some point, after all he is 18 years older than me, but that it would happen so early? For almost six years, sex has only been a hasty compulsory event that you have to go through quickly so that it does not lose his “clamp.
And if he takes care of my lust beforehand, it makes him so that he is not even rattling Blowjob still gets hard. And so not only the quality, but also the quantity decreases drastically. Everything is fine in the interpersonal, after a violent gossip a few weeks ago, it is as loving and careful as in our early days. No more stupid sayings that only he thinks is funny, but that turn the knife around my body.
I have long since started to flee my imagination. In this imagination I am that affair of a completely strange man, I don’t even know his name, as much as he think. But I smuggled a worn head shirt at home, it still hangs in the scent of his after shave, so I feel safe and safe when his fragrance envelops me. That’s why I slip into his shirt, whenever I feel as unwanted and lonely as now.
My husband has long been going on to work, and I was so incredibly lonely … Even the cats cannot steal me over it. My old girl is almost on cloth, only one paw touches my thigh, the hangover is on the unused, opened plumeau of my husband. She gently drives out her claws, touches my skin, but without scratching it, moves it in again, drives them out again … 18 years old and still makes milk step … The feeling of the claw tips is similar to an experience that I resemble with himmade – or I had only dreamed her? I no longer know, let myself sink into this “memory” … The feeling becomes more intense and I feel how nerve impulses flinch through my thighs, feel how I get moist.
The fragrance of the shirt seems to get stronger … maybe imagination, maybe my senses are sharper – or it is my own body heat that reactivates the fragrance. The press of the cat is getting a little firmer, she is purring now – almost like his quiet growl when he is about to penetrate me. My breath becomes noticeably deeper and faster, and I realize that I started to rub my venus lips between my thighs by moving the hips.
Already so wet … I sigh that mine too Nipple Stiff with an almost painful pulling, the shirt fabric rubs over like grinding paper (that cannot be, the fabric is soft and pleasant?!) My breathing becomes faster, and the front halves of the shirt, which so far only gap, finally slide aside, expose my shameful hard nipples … I think of it in reflex, because the cool air in the room bites into the sensitive buds.
I take them carefully between the index and middle finger, start massaging them gently. Bright to my center again and I feel that I am no longer wet – I’m slippery. And then suddenly chaos breaks over the bed – the hangover falls onto the cat, which drills my claws deep into my skin – before she shoots one and both storm … The sudden pain lets me go up with an outcry! The injury is hardly worth mentioning, five bloody scratches, skin grinders stand up on the edges and a single drop of blood loosens, slowly runs over my thigh.
Oh god – and my clitoris rears up as much as I do, this sudden pain stimulus … must have sent a wrong impulse. While I am fascinated by the drop, which becomes slower and finally simply “standing” and seems to be geling, my fingers find their way between my thighs. My pearl is swollen, I can hardly touch her without being recessed. The attraction is too strong, it almost hurts. But I can’t stay that way! It gets worse rather than better! What do I do …
To myself too finger Are my arms too short … then a smile! I have exactly the right tool for the moment! My hand grabs the small silk bag in the drawer next to the bed and accumulates the small squeaky chosa egg with a stem. I don’t need – I am more than ready for the intruder! Still press the switch, the control light goes on. Then the good piece is introduced so that the small hole on the end of the stem shows upwards, and so deep that only the slightly thickened end looks out.
The vibration started with the remote control – hmmmmmmm!A second handle pulls out another silk bag, Womanizer is on it in course. Nothing comes to my gentleman, but with that I can at least add a vague copy of his lust! Little skull grin me maliciously. As if they knew exactly that I actually want something else, which is currently unreachable. I press the rhinestone switch, the red light in the white plastic schnute lights up … In the dark it looks as if a sleeping demon has opened an eye to first estimate whether it is worth opening the second.
Whether this is due to the printed skulls? I always have the feeling that this little apparatus exudes something through and through the spoiled, evil … but the lust that it gives me no other Sextoy admit. Only my Lord does that, and if I want to dedicate my climax to him … then as good as it is possible in the situation, or?I place the little snout between the clitoris and urethra, so it is most effective.
While the right hand is slowly increasing the intensity, the left is slowly moving over my freshly shaved Venus hill, stroking the smooth skin. Oooooh … Mmmmmmmmhhh … The bumpy little device has finally aroused the nerves, it feels as if they stretched their “muscles” to signal “We just get going, just wait ahead!“My fingers climb into my abdominal skin, slowly I scrap up with my nails until I reach my chest … I knead it vigorously, put the womanizer two steps higher.
It feels like my gentleman with his fingers snaps hard against my pearl, it hurts at the same time, the idea alone increases my lust into almost unbearable. I hiss hissing my breath, trembling I take breath again, my voice makes itself independent. I hear myself whispering, whimpering as if it were the voice of another person. Then the last, the highest level. I hyperventilate, my clit explodes in a thousand colors.
I listen to scream and feel hot liquid that pours off between my thighs. It’s a good thing that I lie on the Dralon ceiling, which takes up my water well without my bed itself getting something. I am dizzy of too much oxygen, the space revolves around me, sweat runs down between my trembling breasts. My clit is like deaf, my cunt and my butt clapping wet. I drive my fingers through the wet, put them curiously in the mouth to taste what men make so hot that they even want to drink it.
Hm … The mystery will remain one with me … Probably … pheromones?When I gradually come to breath, I wrap myself up to the Lord’s shirt, roll myself aside and enjoy the slight vibration of the ice in me for a while before I get it out, put it out and lick it temporarily cleanly. I may be lonely – but luckily I have good toys and a lively imagination. Not really happy, but quite satisfied for this night I finally fall asleep.
The last thing I perceive is a rough cat tongue that licks the long -cunning blood away and the scratch “supplies”.
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