The need had been building up inside me for two days straight. It took me by surprise the first day, and I was somewhat annoyed with my inability to focus on anything. Still, I brushed it off, certain that the feeling would pass as it always did.
That night, I lay in bed, staring at the ceiling with furrowed brows. I made sure to keep my thighs separated, afraid of the friction. If I let myself get any modicum of satisfaction, I knew my body would not grant me any rest. Eventually, I drifted off into a peaceful slumber free of unwelcome salacious dreams.
When I awoke the next day, that goddamn feeling was still there, demanding my attention. All day and most of the afternoon, I stewed in irritation and insatiable desire. I kept telling myself again and again that it will pass, it will pass, *it will pass*.
Spoiler alert: it didn’t pass.
I checked the calendar and realized why all this ridiculous arousal had been plaguing me: I was ovulating. Right around this time each month, there are always two or three days in which my body is desperate for a baby. All I can think about is being bred by someone lording over me with my ankles on his shoulders as he bathes my womb in his hot, fruitful cum. That feeling of fullness and wholeness is something that simply cannot be rivaled.
Eventually, it all boiled over, and I couldn’t contain it anymore. I decided to do something about it so that, afterward, I could do *any-fucking-thing else*.
Being the incorrigible masochist I am, I turned on some particularly thrilling creampie/breeding GIFs before graduating to Pornhub. A few videos — I always skip around to find the best parts — later, I was soaked and squirming in my chair, moving my hips back and forth before I even noticed. If I was going to do this, I was going to do it *right*.
I stormed into my bedroom, shooing my cat out of the room. After she had sauntered away angrily, I shoved a towel under the door — it didn’t latch, and I wanted to make sure I didn’t get disturbed in my pursuit of peace — and walked over to my toy drawer.
There were plenty of options, but I chose the beautiful tie-dye dildo and one of the vibrating wands. Those ought to do the trick.
I spread a towel on my bed — a prudent idea since, despite all the desires I had, none of them were to ruin my sheets — and laid on my back, wasting no time.
I parted my legs, letting my knees rest on the mattress while my feet stayed a bit closer together. The dildo ran up and down my slit, teasing relentlessly. It was me against my body, and I was *damn sure* going to win this war.
Soft little whimpers began trickling out of my mouth, and my hips started bucking of their own accord… but I didn’t give my pussy what it wanted just yet. No, I was going to make my body pay for being so troublesome for a full day and a half.
I had plans to make sure I wouldn’t need to do this again for a while.
After a few more passes over my clit, I finally slipped the dildo inside me, moaning loudly as I did. Fuck, I had needed this more than I thought. Before I could stop it, my hand began moving back and forth, in and out with a good amount of speed and force. I was already dangerously close to the edge. The entire length buried itself inside me, and I squealed with pleasure and just the tiniest hint of pain.
“No, you will wait.” A voice growled, unbidden and foreign. I looked around for a moment or two before I realized that… the sound had come from *me*. I had never spoken to myself when I was alone before. My words took me by such surprise that I stopped moving completely for a second while I collected my wits.
For all the astonishment it gave me, it didn’t douse the fire still burning me up inside.
I picked back up, my pace at an agonizing crawl. The dildo hit that sweet spot just inside over and over but not quick enough to make anything happen. My whimpers turned to harrowed moans as my hips continued to chase the sumptuous silicone. And yet I kept my hand under control, allowing only the most leisurely movements.
A minute or two of this passed before I settled on letting myself have more. I picked up the vibrator from my night stand and turned it on its lowest setting. Pressing it to my clit — even this lightly — elicited another loud, long, low moan.
“Please.” A whisper left me and made me smirk this time now that I knew what was happening. It didn’t feel like I was in my own mind anymore, so talking to myself like this didn’t strike me as odd at the time. It was as though my personality split in two; the demanding, teasing Domme and the needy, desperate slut of a sub.
“No,” I responded to myself, shaking my head. “Not yet. Hold on for me.”
I nodded, breathing deeply in through my nose and out through my mouth even as I clicked a button on the vibrator to turn it up a notch. The deep, calming breath quickly transitioned into a sharp breath drawn harshly through my teeth.
“God, please… *fuck*.”
“No.” The word came again, and I whined even though I was the one saying it to myself.
I started moving the vibrator then as the dildo continued fucking me. Little circles and flicks over my clit were driving me wild, pushing me farther and farther into each separate headspace.
“Yeah? Does that feel good, baby?” I asked, a playfully cruel tone in my voice.
“*Yeeessss*,” I responded, the tenor of my voice switching instantly to high-pitched and whiny. “Please give me more.”
I shook my head, rolling my eyes behind closed lids. “If I don’t tease you like this, who will? Besides, you know you love it.”
By this point, it had become every so slightly odd to hear myself speak this way, especially when there was no one else to hear it. Usually, when I’m dominant, my voice is sharp, clipped, calm, and commanding. There were still elements of that now, but there were also elements of my submissive voice: the pitch, the longer lengths to my words, the breathiness, and the desperation.
Even despite how strange the situation was, I couldn’t bring myself to care.
It was a heady cocktail of confusion and absolute arousal.
I pushed myself closer and closer to the edge until I was fully prepared to dive headfirst from the cliff into the warm ocean of bliss. My breathing hitched and then became quick and shallow as heat crept out from the apex of my thighs.
“Aww, are you gonna cum for me, baby?”
“Yes… yes… can I?”
I took a split second to consider this. Did I want it to be over so quickly? Well, it was easy enough for me to have multiple orgasms, so…
“Yes. Cum for me. *Now*. Cum, you fucking slu–”
I cut myself off with a loud, continuous moan as my pussy convulsed around the faux cock, the vibrator now pressed hard against my clit. I writhed on the bed, curling my toes and arching my back as I felt my orgasm in every single inch of my body. Head to toe, I was drowning in much-needed euphoria.
As I came down, the moan dissolved into giggles as it always did after I cum. I relaxed my muscles, sinking into the bed and trying to catch my breath. “Oh *god*,” I muttered, not bothering to respond to myself this time.
I thought it was over… but that was only the beginning.
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