Hairbrush [Masturbation] [Solo]

Lying in bed, my thoughts keep drifting to the last time we were together. I wonder what you’re doing now, lying in your own bed, miles away.

Maybe you’re thinking of me, too, idly playing with your cock, running your hand up and down as you think of me…

A surge of excitement runs through my stomach, reaching my shaft at the same time as my hand finds the opening of my lips.
My middle finger explores the crevice between my lips, teasing my clitoris and then probing down past my opening towards my ass.

I push back the sheets and shrug off my pajamas, leaving me naked in the moonlight that streams in through my window.

I walk over to my dressing table and take my hair brush, checking its contours and imagining it inside me. I find myself comparing its girth to yours and giggle.

I tip-toe back across to the window, back to my bed, and run my hand across my lips, pleased to feel that familiar wet squelch of my inner lips. Gently, taking my time, I slowly push a finger inside myself, preparing my tight slit for the handle of the hairbrush.

The thought of someone being able to see me in the bedroom window excites me further, giving me extra impetus as I lick the handle liberally and offer it to my pussy.

Very slowly, I push it in, my thumb resting halfway along the handle, and when I feel my thumb touch my lips, I realize it’s already halfway in.

I watch as my juice begins to drip down the handle and soak up the brush. Experimenting with the angle of the brush, I watch how my shaft accommodates it, as it glistens in the pale light.

Pushing it in further, imagining how you thrust all the way in, makes the warmth percolate upwards inside me, causing my stomach to flutter.

I realize I want to simulate how it feels when you go rough on me, when you pound and ruin me, even as the first tremors of an orgasm ripple through my channel.
I pull the hairbrush out again, move over to my dressing table and drip a little Baby Oil on the handle, administering a little over my hands, so I can rub the lotion over my pussy in slow, lazy circles, ensuring that every inch of me is oiled and ready.

I remember how you do it to me, using your pre-cum and your saliva instead of baby oil, how you massage your pre-cum into my opening before entering me. The memory makes my heart begin to beat faster.

I lie back on my bed, spreading my legs, and parting the lips of my pussy with my left hand, as the brush enters again. I move my thumb further down towards the bristles, breathing heavily as the remaining few inches disappear inside me.

The oil combined with my juices squelch audibly inside me, the brush gliding smoothly in and out as my breathing becomes more rapid, more urgent.

I think of you, your kisses, how you massage my clit with your tongue through my panties, the feeling of you inside me, the way I whisper your name as I feel you explode inside me.

My left hand drops down to rub my clitoris, massaging the oil around the tip, as my thoughts return again to how you enter me.

I can feel my orgasm approaching, my muscles contracting involuntarily as I raise my ass off the bed with my weight on my feet. My stomach muscles tighten as my thighs push my body up to meet the thrusting brush.

Now past the point of no return, I frantically push the brush between my legs, oblivious to the pain, remembering how my pussy clenches around your cum-soaked cock.

The middle finger of my left hand finds the rim of my ass and pushes firmly into it as the orgasm rips through me, and I collapse back on the bed with wave after wave of pleasure rushing through my spine.

I pull my legs tightly together against my chest, leaving the hairbrush trapped inside, protruding behind me, as I roll onto my side and bury my face in my pillow.

I lie there for several minutes, slipping in and out of consciousness, toying with the brush, before rolling onto my back and slowly extracting it. The handle feels wet to my touch as I explore how far the oil has spread over my lips, how it trickles slowly down to my ass, remembering how your cum trickles out of me.

Feeling a sudden drowsiness overcome me, I pull my top back on. Naked from the waist down, I pull the covers over me, leaving my pajamas inside the bed by my feet. The moon disappears behind a cloud as I drift into a peaceful, languid sleep.

Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/ogy0s1/hairbrush_masturbation_solo