Mornings prove to be one of the handfuls of time in my week that allow me to soak in the small details of the world around me. A mindful peacefulness before the days get filled with grooming, downing a quick cup of coffee, the daily commute to work, errand running, socializing, working, commuting again, preparing dinner. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. The calm before the storm. My eyelids slowly open from being fused together by the crystalized sleep embedded into my corneas and I inhale the earthy aroma of the coffee that has just clicked on to automatically brew. The glow of the early morning sunrise streaking in through the sheer, white curtains that frame my queen-size bed. An orange laser zig-zagging through the hills and valleys of the patchwork quilt which is perfectly draped over my prickly, bare legs. I graze my hands under my worn t-shirt (an old boyfriend’s band tee that I could never seem to give up because of how comfortable it is) and cup my breasts. They feel warm from sleep and I pass my thumb back and forth over my now hardening nipple. My breasts swell with each rise and fall of my diaphragm. A slight tinge rises in my hips as my body awakens to my touch and I nestle further into the cozy blankets. I listen to the rhythmic zhur zhur zhur of the ceiling fan. Loose and a slightly off-center. No doubt that it was installed by some cheap make-ready crew hired by my Landlord in between leases. In the distance, my neighbor’s rooster crows. Its belting signal has grown stronger as it’s matured but nonetheless, still fucking annoying as ever. Unless you’re a practicing sadist, I can’t understand why someone would choose to own one when you live in a fairly populated city and the only agriculture in sight is the overgrown alleyway that separates one of the dozens of Nazarene churches from the rundown drive-thru gas station.
I reach for my phone to check the time, 7:26 a.m. Nineteen minutes until my alarm goes off. “Fuck it”, I thought. I unlock my phone and start scrolling through the abundance of nude pictures on a not-safe-for-work forum on Reddit. A stream of hundreds of pornographic selfies of beautiful, horny women. One with heavy tits pushed out of a skimpy club dress against a backdrop of a fluorescent lighted dressing room, a gif of a pair of perfect, bouncing tits being flashed from a fitted nursing scrub top, or a close-up still of a bare round ass arched high above the floor in an enticing downward dog, neon acrylic fingernails spreading open their plump cheeks to expose a shiny rhinestoned butt plug shyly peeking out from their smooth taint. I come across a photo of a fair skinned brunette. Her hair in a messy bun piled on top of her head and damp short tendrils wild around her temples. She’s lying back with her eyes closed in ecstasy in an emptied bubble bath. The leftover bubbles strategically placed around her wet, pink nipples and her legs casually leaned against the inside of the claw foot style tub. The camera lens capturing a full view of her inner lips. Her labia is perfect. An ombré of light dusty rose to a shiny strawberry pink and a stream of come dripping out of her. I feel a rush of heat rising up from below. With one hand on my phone, I flip over onto my belly and gradually pull aside my thong. I feel my dampness seeping through the fabric as I straddle a pillow and slowly start to rock my hips – the stiff corner of the pillow fitted against my aching clit. A technique I’ve perfected since discovering it as a young, horny pre-teen.
I scroll further down on the app and pause again on another selfie. The photo is cropped just above where a nose would be and reveals a pair of glossy, popsicle-red stained lips. Still rubbing myself against the pillow, my eyes gaze further down at the nude girl on my phone. She’s exposing a full pair of teardrop breasts and centered on her large brown areolas are dotted pierced nipples the size of a thumbtack. Her ribcage meets a long curved torso that widens down to thick, naked hips. Her legs are closed but a softened tuft of dark pubic hair is swirled against her mound. I breathe harder as I start to reach climax and can feel a wet spot forming on the bedding. I scroll again to a short video with no sound of another cute girl, this time a blonde, casually propped against a barrage of fluffy pink pillows. She’s wearing only a thin gold body chain that cascades around her perky breasts and down around her trim, naked little waist. Her legs are spread eagle and she’s massaging a short glass dildo around her inner lips, slowly weaving it in and out of her while her legs tremble with each exit until she brings it up to her mouth, giving it a long, sloppy suck before pushing it inside of her again. I let the clip replay and I start grinding harder, breathing faster now until I feel a cascade of wetness pour out of me and my legs go numb beneath me. My alarm goes off. 7:45 a.m., a new day.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/x17ice/reddit_nsfw_masturbation