We are standing side by side at the back of my packed elevator, Calvin’s hand quietly reaches under my sweater and grazes the skin of my lower back. His hands are rough from work, fingertips calloused from his guitar, I can feel the electricity sparking as I’m aching to have him in my apartment. As we stop at each floor to let someone off, his touch seems to intensify, slipping his hand down the back of my pants as the last tenant exits and leaves us alone for a moment before my floor. “I can’t wait to be inside you”, he whispers as he pulls me in and I can feel him rock hard against me. Leaving the elevator he pushes me up against the door to my apartment, biting my lip. One hand covers my mouth as his other slips into…
Seriously? Are you kidding me? Construction? Who is using a mechanical saw at 8am on a Sunday morning? Focus, deep breaths.
Ethan commanded me to remove my clothes and lay on the bed blindfolded. All I could feel was his weight moving on the bed and his hot breath against my skin. He began softly kissing what seemed to be every inch of my thighs, veering toward my centre as my breath quickened and I could feel myself getting wet. Spreading my legs, he looked up into my eyes with a sly smirk and finally his hot, wet mouth…
What was that? Who’s at the door? Delivery. “Just leave it there, thanks”, I yell out. “Sorry miss, I need to check identification”, is the reply. Just my luck. Clothes on, hands washed, quick encounter at the door to take delivery. Hands washed again, clothes back off, back into bed. Focus. Deep breaths.
Anders and I are laying in his bed, he’s explaining the rules. I’m not to touch him unless given permission, nor am I allowed to touch myself. As he runs his fingers across my body he lingers with one hand around my neck, slowly tightening reminding me that he is in control. He slips two fingers inside me, his thumb massaging my clit as I get closer and closer to climax. He edges me over and over, each time I’m almost there he…
How am I out of batteries?! I’ve already changed these once during quarantine. How is technology not on my side right now? Switched to a new toy, we’re getting there. Focus. Deep breaths. Continue mentally scrolling through the archives.
Laying in bed watching Ken undress, his strong tattooed arms, rippling abs, incredible ass. That perfect, thick, black dick. Fast forward to him taking me from behind, deep inside me as he suddenly stops and I can actually feel him pulsating. “Do you feel that? Do you like my big, thick cock pulsing inside of you, baby?” my skin is crawling and I’m getting closer…
Is that a phone call? Who’s attempting to video chat with me right now?! I’m obviously busy. Do not disturb mode, on. No more interruptions. I’m almost there.
I’m back with Calvin. We’re in my room, his hands exploring my body with a hunger that’s intoxicating. One hand slipping into my panties, fingers so talented he can get me off while I’m still fully clothed.
Ethan’s hot, wet mouth. Running my hands through his hair as I bring my pelvis toward him. I’m getting closer.
Anders’ hand around my throat, a quick slap across my face, asking me if I want to come. Telling me to wait, to hold out a little longer, squeezing my throat harder as he fucks me.
Ethan’s wet, hot mouth. Calvin’s hand in my pants in the elevator. Ken throbbing inside me. Anders’ telling me the rules.
Was that the door again? No.
Calvin’s hand in my pants in the elevator. Ethan’s wet, hot mouth. Ken throbbing inside me. Anders’ telling me the rules.
Ethan’s smirk before he tastes me. Anders asking if I’m ready to come. Ken asking if I like the way he feels inside me.
Anders, “It’s time, I want you to come for me.” Ken, “Come on baby, I’m so close. Come with me.” Ethan, “God I want to make you come so hard.” Anders, “Scream. I want you to scream for me.”
Calvin’s manly, exploring hands. Ethan’s hot, wet mouth. Anders’ tight, commanding grip. Ken’s thick, throbbing cock. Four men in tandem finally take me over the edge as I slip into a pool of absolute bliss.
See? Quarantine isn’t so bad with the right toys and a clear memory.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/ghgmjp/inspiration_and_interruptions_a_quarantine_self