It’s been a stressful weeks at my college. Lots of projects, lots of deadlines. Most of my pals are just having fun and don’t get stressed too much, but I know I must to study well to succeed in live. My strict parents taught me this. And I try my best not to disappoint them even if it means that I almost have no friends, and people around think that I’m a boring nerd.
But all my project are finished now. I should have feel release and go to party, but instead I sit in a lonely library and try to resist my urge. It’s this week in the middle of my period where I feel extremely vulnerable and now I feel growing of this tickle in my hips. I promised myself not to do this ever again, and yet I sit and feel like I’ll succumb to the temptation. At least, I’ve been very good this months and my body needs something. My fingers are shaking a little, my breathing gets slower.
I grab my things and head out of the building to my home. At the bus station I plug my headphones into my ears and search for gonewildaudio posts. I find suitable post when the bus came. Now I’m in the bus. There are people around, I”m standing and holding to the pole and listen to the low deep voice of stranger Daddy. He never saw me, he doesn’t even know that i’m listening to him right now, and yet he knows that I’m not that good as I pretend to be. He knows that I’m very bad inside. He skillfully slowly raises my desire. OH god, I’m so badly want to be his little girl right now. I’m barely able to breath, so badly I am turned on.
But there’s people around. I should try to keep straight face. I deliberately tease myself with that. The only thinks that I can’t control is my shaky fingers holding onto the pole and uneven breathing.
When I finally get home my I lock the door into my room. My mates would come late today, so I have a few hours. OH god, how badly do I want to touch myself. But I slowly strip down in front of the mirror. I am ashamed of myself right now, and yet I continue to do this. I take my box that I secretly hide under the bed. There are a few clamps from the bathroom. A rope that I bought in the home depot. I was so embarrassed paying for it. I though every one around thought I’m a dirty pervert. A hairbrush with a smooth wooden narrow handle and a pair of shiny cufflinks of my uncle. I don’t know why but I just love this thing. It is so oldschool, so masculine, so erotic.
Later I apply all those things to my body. My ankles and knees are tied together, my hard nipples are teased with the clamps, the tip of the handle is in the tight ass, and my virgin pussy is laying on the rolled pillow. Headphones in my ears are playing me the voice of the next stranger Daddy. I lay on my bed and barely move. I know just the voice of the Daddy is enough for a little girl to cum. It is a long and slow process but results are fantastic each time.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/7g9j7b/f_stressful_weeks_at_my_college