My afternoon yesterday: plugged, waiting for him to come home and [F]uck me

“I want to tie you up tonight” he texted me, around noon. Five fuckless hours to go.

“So, I should be waiting in bed for you?”

“Yes, put a plug in and don’t touch yourself ?”

Fuck. I couldn’t concentrate on work anymore. My stuffy, windowless office pressed in on me. Middle aged women in the hall erupted in laughter. Fuck me.

I left at 3:30, couldn’t take it anymore. The holidays are so close, there’s nothing to do, and I’m aching for him. If I weren’t so turned on, I’d be uncomfortable.

I start straightening up the bedroom, neatening the sheets, putting away junk on the nightstand, turning on some mood lighting, just in case he felt like filming it this time. I eye the drawer with my vibrator in it… Release is so close. But no. I can’t. I need him.

I opt for some personal grooming instead. Frankly, it’s been awhile. It’s cold out, and sitting naked and spread legged for 20 minutes, meticulously shaving delicate skin, hasn’t seemed appealing. But warmth is radiating off my skin and flushing my cheeks, so now seems like a good time. I leave one patch–I never cared for the bald look–and focus my attention on getting my skin as smooth as possible.

I take several breaks and zone out, thinking about him– the way he smells, feeling his hands all over me, his lips. Fuck. This is too long to wait.

I’m not usually like this. I’m a sexual being, yes. I like to fuck, but it’s not this all-consuming fire crackling through me all day waiting for a splash of semen to cool me off a little. I feel like I’ve woken a sleeping she-beast.

It’s four thirty. Half an hour left until he leaves and comes to me. And for me. And in me. I rub coconut oil on my shorn skin, willing it not to be irritated. The oil smells like sex.

I put on a slinky red dress inappropriate for anywhere except the bedroom: slits up to hips, tiny flap in the back that can’t quite cover my ass, bodice swooping down to the bottom of my sternum. I adjust my tits, wondering if I should put on a bra to push them up. I opt not to, leaving the view of the open back of the dress unobscured.

I open my nightstand drawer and pull out some choice objects: three butt plugs and a small vibrator. I look over the plugs. One is short, but large: heavy, metal, wide. One is slender, slightly larger than my pointer finger. The other is long and reminiscent of anal beads.

I text him, “which plug?”

“Hmm… The big one. Or the medium one”

I eye the big metal one, unsure if it’s going to fit. I kneel over the bed, on knees and forearms, and reach for more coconut oil to prepare myself. My slick finger tarries over my pussy. My lips are wet, throbbing, full of blood. My clit, beneath silky folds of skin, is hard, more prominent than usual. I slide my finger down further, over the short fold of skin between my pussy and my ass. I slide a finger in and my breath quickens. I inadvertantly tighten around the finger, wanting more. I slip in the tip of a secomd finger, wanting nothing more than to grab my vibrator and push it against my hard clit while I play with my ass.

But no. His face flashes in front of me, dark hair falling in his eyes. I need him inside me.

My phone vibrates: “Don’t touch yourself until I get home.”

I sigh, sliding my fingers away. I reach for the longer plug– I don’t think I can handle the metal one’s girth.

I slide it inside me, it gets wider and wider. I feel full and empty at the same time, longing for his cock inside me.

I pause, still on my forearms and knees, pussy throbbing, feeling the tightness from the plug. I clench involuntarily, causing the plug to slide out a little. I push it back in, groaning at the fullness.

“It’s falling out,” I texted, “I wish you were here to push it back in.”

“I wish I were too… But soon.” He responded.

I looked at the clock. 15 minutes until 5.

“I’ll be filling you up so it can’t possibly fall out.” Fuck. I thought about his skin pressing against mine and started to sweat.

I leaned back into a sitting position, knees spread, pushing the plug into myself with the bed, pussy slowly leaving a wet spot on the blanket beneath me, and I waited.

Waiting

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