We’ve spent the last week at my parents cottage; the weather has been lovely, the food has been great, we’ve had plentiful drink and fun but, by Friday, we were ready to have some alone time. Prayers were answered on Saturday, as my parents headed into town to pick up some groceries and would be staying over with an aunt and uncle, who had invited them for dinner.
We started early afternoon with an edible and headed down to the dock where we got comfortable in some Muskoka chairs. There have been some fires in the area so, while the sun is out and the sky is cloudless, there is still a haze drifting over the lake. This gives the lack a dream like atmosphere though—hazy, still, just imperceptible ripples along the surface of the water. This is my favorite kind of swim, so I decide to jump in.
My edible is kicking in and I can feel my pussy start to throb — my partner is still sitting on the edge of the dock smoking his joint, while I’m kind of rocking my clit on the floating noodle that I’m straddling between my legs; at the time, this feels really dirty, as my partner has no idea what’s going through my head and that I’m so turned on. I turn away from the dock so he can’t see my face contort with pleasure—I want to keep this moment to myself; I want to play with myself and experience my own pleasure before inviting my partner to play with me. I want to feel my own ache growing just from thinking about the possibility of him fucking me.
I know I have one wrinkle for true orgasmic fulfillment here—I’m on my period; we’ve never fucked while I’ve been on the rag before, but we would supplement with some other extracurriculars: bj’s, facefucking, sensual showers. It’s the second day of my cycle, though, so I’m feeling particularly horny, and my cunt is truly begging to be filled by a cock. My flow is pretty heavy, but I can feel my cum start to mix with and dilute the blood.
The best way to describe the throb in my cunt is that it happens deep inside, near my belly; everytime I clench my pussy and rock my flit against the floating noodle, I get a wave of pleasure that brings me just to the edge of an orgasm. What I really need is a real cock inside me—the head, at the very bottom of my cunt, rocking against my G spot—this way, I can clench your shaft with my pussy to pull you deeper into me.
Anyway, this is what my pussy is feeling like at this point, but I’m also feeling a little shy about how goddamn horny I am. My partner and I have a great sex life, but I still think that we have a lot to learn; we’re not ace communicators, there are still so many things I want to try—I want him to enter my ass when he’s humping me in the shower; I want him to —I know the answer to this is just tell him! but we all know how hard that is—for us, this pure communication is still something we are working towards.
He know’s I’m on my period, so probably wouldn’t make a move, but I’m feeling confident.
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/on0rxx/mf_at_the_cottage_finally_alone_p1