[F] Girls are supposed to be cute, right?!

Or at least I thought so for a really long time. Probably it has to do with my young years when I acted more like practical, reckless boyish girl. But during university something switched in me and I wanted to be a real woman. I started to wear a dresses and skirts at all cost. Slowly adding other shoes than just sneakers and little bit of make up. If you told me 5 years ago that I will end up with heels and short tight skirt as I wear today, that girl would definitely laugh and call you crazy.
But here I am. All feminine and cute like piece of strawberry cake. I refuse to be that wild monkey wearing the baggy jeans even in the hottest summer anymore.

And I thought guys likes me like that more as well.

I genuinely love to make myself pretty for somebody. Even if I just wanna send them some picture. It’s not like I am staging myself super hard. I don’t even use filter on my pictures! But if you tell me you especially like some part of me, if you mention some type of clothes especially good on me, then you can bet I will try to emphasize it.
Eventually guys started to think that I seriously enjoy teasing them. Because I rarely show up whole naked and very rarely do something more than just gently touches.
I do small circles on top of vag, I slowly brush my adorably pink nipples to make them hard. I nicely pull up my skirt to show my juice butt. Gently squeeze there, soft moan here. My toy is slowly getting in and out and I am melting like a chocolate while biting my lip. The most I ever did was letting my bum bounce a little on top of my suction cup toy. And I can feel my cheeks burn just thinking about that even now.

It’s not a fake! I am turned on by idea that my partner think I am cute watching it. That my moans are making their heart stop. That my wet vag looks like the sweetest thing they could ever taste.

But then I turn off my camera and that’s all. That’s not my solo foreplay. That’s my whole play! Because that’s how it is supposed to be. Girls are supposed to be gentle to their fragile bodies, right?!

Sometimes I dare to continue after closing my phone. I can feel how my rhythm quickens, how I am making faces which I don’t wanna do. How my body is heated more than just flashing my cheeks but actually rolling little bit of sweat in my cleavage. I can hear loudly how wet I am and my body just wants play more and more.

And then something stops me. “Something is wrong” tells me my mind. This is not cute, this is not gentle. It must be bad for my body to do it. So I rather stop completely and little bit ashamed I am running to get shower, trying to forget what I just did.

But it’s still inside me. I am trying to chase it away. Forget about it. But from time to time I forget my promise and follow what my body is craving for. It’s just keeps flashing in my mind and fighting it is harder and harder.

So it happened tonight again.

I couldn’t fall asleep. I kept tossing and turning. I actually don’t know what was keeping me awake but eventually it got me into mood. I tried just to think about some sexy scenario which would work as cute naughty tale before bed and rock me back into sleep. But more I thought about it more I was awake. I couldn’t suppress that heat I felt between my thighs.

So I get up of my bed, took my clothes, bag “full of fun” as well and sheepishly went into bathroom. I had just extra hour before preparing to go to the work. I washed my lovely red toy and placed it on the corner of my bathtub. I turned on the vibes and pressed myself against the toy. Just little tingle before putting it in. My red toy is little bit bigger than I am used to so it take me a while to get it all in. I just lean my elbow on the sink, standing on the tip of toes and slowly pushing down and up, inch by inch. So nothing hurts and vag can handle the lubing by itself. I always gasp when I finally manage to get head of my toy in. It’s just so sudden feeling of being full. Like a very tight hug. And then I just slide full length down while smiling like a total goof.

I started to slowly move my hips and knees. Up and down, just how I do every time. It is nice. I feel like embraced with all nice feelings. And I want more…I get on my toes once again and made few quick moves, making my butt bounce again. I feel reckless and bad but there is nobody who can stop me and for once I don’t wanna stop neither. I keep pushing down harder, my heart keeps beating faster and I just want more.

Like…I really wanna do it more.

I stopped and thought for a second. Then I slipped out of my toy. I turned around and plug it out of the bathtub. I put the curtains aside and entered the bathtub. I closed them again because of how much I was ashamed what I am going to do.

I sit down.

It’s cold.

I just listen to my breathing for a moment. Then I spread my legs. Putting carefully a toy back into my vag. I have both of my hands on my red toy. I pull it all in and out. I go faster with every move. I keep pressing harder with every move. I am gasping for air how overwhelming it is. I moan slightly but I am scared of my neighbor. I am scared of the voice itself. It’s deep. I never moaned so heavily before. I am confused but keep pushing. It hurts a little. Just teeny tiny dull pain inside me but it actually feels nice. I am frowning, I can’t close my eyes, I am squirming under my toy.

At that moment I looked more like humping bunny than cute girl but I am enjoying it so so much. So much than I am reaching my sweet finish. I am orgasming so heavily that my lower back is not touching the bathtub for a moment. I have no idea how I managed to keep pushing my sweet red toy even during that moment but I did.

My arms feels sore and I am slowing down. I know that I could maybe catch breath but works is slowly calling me back on earth. I made couple of last thrusts just for sake of fun. My vag is happily pulsing. My chest keep moving to push some air into my lungs. My thighs are sticky and my throat is dry. I can feel sweat under my breasts. I am sure my hair are ruffled. I need shower for sure. Lucky I am already in one.

I feel like a mess. Like curled hot mess.

It was rough, it was raw it was ugly. But I loved it so much. I loved it so much that for brief moment I wished for being seen like that.

Now I sit in my work and thinking what have I done. I am trying to be mad at myself but I am actually proud. I thought I would be hurting myself doing it like that but I don’t feel any pain anymore. I want to do it again. I want to record it for my partner.

Bad girls can be a cute, right?!

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/hqeh4p/f_girls_are_supposed_to_be_cute_right