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You had a long day at work. Your boss was on a rampage, and you had to take the heat. After an hour in heavy traffic, you pull into the driveway and let out a long sigh of relief. You know that the rest of the evening will be you, and you alone. No deadlines, no paperwork, no nagging boss who couldn’t do your job if their future was on the line. You shed your clothing as you traverse the halls between the front door and your bedroom. When you arrive, you are wearing only your bra and panties, which happen to match today. You stand in front of your floor-length mirror, turning from side to side, looking at yourself. “I still have it…”, you think to yourself. You push your breasts together and look at your cleavage. You turn and pull your panties up slightly between your cheeks and admire your own ass. “Yeah, I still have it…”, you say out loud as you pull your bra off and toss it aside. One last look at your back side, and you give yourself a good, hard slap on the ass. The sensation of the pain mixed with pleasure washes over you like electricity, pooling up in all the right places. You sense a tingling in your mid-section, which translates quickly to a drop or two of moisture touching the fabric of your panties. You smile to yourself as you glide slowly toward the kitchen and pour yourself a glass of wine. On your short journey, you feel the moisture between your labia spread and engulf the area. It feels naughty, and the more friction you feel, the wetter you become. Two gulps took care of your first glass of wine, quickly enough that you didn’t bother to re-cork between pours. The second glass is going down easily, too, but you take your time. Still in nothing more than a whisp of lace and nylon, you glide effortlessly toward the couch. You place your wine glass on the coffee table, and drop yourself into the sofa. It’s so soft, and plush. It is inviting you to release the stresses of your day, and become absorbed in its comfort. You concede as you pull yourself into a lying position, your head propped up by a couple throw pillows. You pick up your glass and take a sip, then you let the weight of the wine glass in your hand pull your arm slowly below the edge of the couch, while your free hand gently traces the contour of your side. Slow, even strokes cause another surge of energy to radiate through your body. Your nipples suddenly become erect, and the air around them feels cool and stimulating. Your exploring fingers find their way to your breasts, and you give yourself a slight touch on your areola, which sends a pleasure shock down your stomach, into your pelvis. You let out an audible gasp. The feeling is invigorating, and you embrace the pleasure as it dissipates into mild goosebumps. “Mmmmmm…”, you quietly release as you take another large mouthful of wine. Another swallow, and glass number 2 is in the record books. You place your wine glass securely on the coffee table, and readjust yourself on the couch. Your fingers still gently caressing your body, you close your eyes and settle in to the beginning of a liberating wine buzz. A smile crosses your face—but not a normal smile; no, this smile is slightly more devious. As the wine takes hold, you intensify your self-exploration. You cup your breasts and run your palms up and down your stomach. Your fingers brush past the top of your panties, and down between your legs over the scant fabric. You immediately recognize that your panties are completely soaked through, and you begin to smell the faint musk of your eagerness as your fingers make their way under the waistband, and onto the small tuft of pubic hair you keep nice and neat. With your thumb and forefinger, you grip your pubic hair, and pull just enough to feel slight pain. “Ahhhhhhh….”, you let out as you release your grip. The pain is enough to send yet another rush of energy through you, concentrated mostly in your lap, but radiating outward. You push your hand deeper, past the sticky fabric, and you slide your index finger over and around your clit. Your breath intensifies as the tip of your finger breaches your folds, and finds a deep entrance. In and out, up to your second knuckle you work slowly, as warmth expands through your body. You pull your knees closer to your chest as you slide your panties off over your smooth legs. As you do so, the cotton patch in the middle leaves a long thread of moisture between the fabric and your lips. As the thread breaks, you feel the cold length of your juices on your inner thigh, and you toss your panties onto the floor. This is enough of a thrill to make your body tremble a bit, and you ease yourself further into the couch. With your knees still bent, you spread your legs, running your fingers up and down the inside of your thighs—touching and spreading out the juices left behind by your panties. You lift your fingers to your mouth and taste yourself. You taste incredible—slightly sweet, slightly salty, with all the viscosity of lust. As you suck off the rest of your juices, a second finger joins the first, and you gently spread yourself open. Your free hand moves slowly from your mouth back to your lap, and you apply firm rubbing pressure in a circular motion to your pussy. Rhythmic and slow, you feel your juices trickling down to your ass. You are incredibly wet—so much so that you can’t help but penetrate yourself with two fingers. You moan as you curl your fingers inside yourself, and reach for your g-spot. You make an unintelligible sound as you find it. Cream starts to drip onto the couch cushion, but you don’t care. With two fingers inside yourself, you increase your pace. In and out, in and out with two fingers, your palm slapping lightly against your vulva with every thrust. The pool on the couch is growing, and is now an opaque, pearl-colored oasis. You are soaked from your pubic bone to the top of your ass crack, and you can hear your wetness with every motion you make. You use a finger of your free hand to trace up and down your clit, and you writhe with delight as you edge closer and closer to climax. You can feel your orgasm fast approaching, and in one smooth motion you move your finger from your clit, down through your labia, collecting your juices on your fingertip as you apply light pressure on your asshole. You are so turned on that only a little pressure is needed, and your finger disappears fully into your ass. You yelp loudly as you slide your finger in, and let out a sigh of release once you get back into a rhythm. Alternatively working two fingers in your vagina and one in your ass, your orgasm builds and builds until you can no longer resist. An explosion of warmth and pleasure engulfs you, you press firmly on your g-spot and work your finger in your ass steadily while more of your juices collect on the couch cushion. Your orgasm is so intense that you momentarily lose yourself, as your eyes roll back into your head. Your fingers slow and pull away, and you gently pet yourself as you drift off to sleep in a pool of your own wetness. It was a long day.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/668b30/masturbation_fantasy_solo_f