how about i tell you what i just did
with a friend of mine
he was in an adult bookstore
and he called me
just to let me listen to him jack off
because i love to hear men come
i got so aroused that I had to get down on my hands and knees
in the WORK bathroom-it is private
and rub my clit until I came
and I came fast and hard
faster than I have in a while
it was very hot
but now i am breathless and sweaty
it reminded me of masturbating in my dad’s bathroom as a child
I would sneak into my dad’s bathroom
and masturbate to his porn
the smell of a man
with my hand in my pussy
and panties around my ankles
still gets me so hot today that
i had to put my own hand over my mouth
so i would not make too much noise
I’ve spent some time in adult porn stores, but never did the cubicle wank– always seemed rather sordid. Though this one time, in a dark cubicle in a porn store in Rio de Janeiro…
That’s so damned hot.
Smoke break indeed… smoking hot break…
Hmmm… how do I get to be your ‘friend’?
A wife of a good friend of my husband, *accidentally” texted my cell as she entertained her husband at a local couples-only lingerie-dirty-movie store. Between her lovely refined voice and his deep educated and terribly sexy noises, I couldn neither hang-up or respond, just listened as long as I dared.
An accident brought about by intense passion or one of those Fruedian slips? I may never know. Yet, late at night or early in the morning I find myself hoping just once more, my cell will ring and there will be a repeat. When we see each other at the store or Target or in town or at the park, she never gives any evidence of either doing this or calling my number. Not by a flicker of her eyes or expression. Neither does her husband. Alas, I still blush a bit and babble this causes my husband to wonder aloud as to why I get so nervous around them.
Perhaps I should tell. Perhaps one night I should *accidentally* hit her number?
A good, deacon’s daughter such as I?