I learned to masturbate on my stomach, my hands between my legs and humping my palms until I felt the little death. When I started having sex, I realized how little the death was. How insignificant my little piece of joy could be when someone could make my entire body feel tight, hot, electric-why bother with a two when you could have a fourteen?
I tried to stick my fingers in my greedy little cunt, the handle of a hairbrush, got a toy and tried again. The little death wouldn’t grow. All these women talking about how they’ve never gotten there with anyone but themselves, when I have had to outsource my pleasure? How 50s housewife of me.
Tonight I lay face up with the lights dim, the music on, the candles lit. I wore my favorite piece of lingerie, green and lace that cups my tits and ass so perfect. I looked at myself in the mirror earlier, touched my body like I would want a lover to, closed my eyes and let the fingertips feel like someone else’s. When my pussy started to ache, I took myself to the bed, where my magic wand, 8 inch dildo and lube were waiting patiently. They don’t judge.
A deep breath. A shaky hand. I’m somehow more nervous to try and seduce myself than I am to slide on a strangers cock and ride like an unleashed creature. What a whore. What a prude.
I snake my hands down my body to the snaps at the bottom of the outfit, trailing all the delicate places along the way. A couple snaps, and my sex is exposed while my nipples are still dripping in lace. The lube drizzles onto my clit, a chilly start, and my fingers start to swirl the sweet bit of flesh. I’ve tried porn, watched read and listened, but really the only thing that gets me going is my nasty thoughts. I try not to force one to come, just let it build naturally as the little bundle of nerves gets a little more sensitive with every swipe.
My breath catches as I feel the fantasy start to sink in. I close my eyes, press just a little harder into my clit, and whimper. He’s watching me, assessing how I take care of my pussy. I can feel him at the end of the bed, his arms crossed and his stance wide. Hear pools in my cheeks, mimicking my flushed sex, as I feel the humiliation spreading across my skin. I bit my lip, circle a little faster, my knees shaking with anticipation and dread. He wants me to put on a show, do a good job. I’m supposed to make myself cum hard for him, but I know already the little death will not suffice his hunger. He wants moans, grunts, gasps, cries into the universe. He wants to see me come undone.
“Struggling, bunny?” His tone is dry, unsympathetic, mocking. “Are you even trying?” My sex throbs at his verbal lash. “Pick up the wand.”
With a desperate hand, I pick up the wand and put it to my wet flesh. When I’m with someone, I like rubbing the head of their cock on my swollen little clit; I imitate the motion with the wand, spreading my lips and pressing in. My thumb finds the on button, and both the toy and I jump to life. A gasp escapes me, the vibration focused on my sweet nub as I rotate my hips.
I can feel his attention, and even more his lack of impress. The toy goes up a level, and my limbs quake with pleasure. I want him to touch me, I want to beg for his fingers, his tongue and cock, but I know that will only get me more cruel words. Maybe I want those too.
“How pathetic. Can’t even put on a good show of making yourself cum. Do you need me to do it for you? Show you how it’s done? That pink cunt wants it, it’s begging for it. Such a greedy slit…weeping for cock.”
My back arches, whimpers and cries raining from my lips, and I fuck up into the head of the wand. I can feel what he sees, the slipperiness of my pussy dripping down to my asshole. If he would only just shove his fingers inside me, fuck me useless. But I will not beg…not yet. Another click, another level higher.
“I should let you lay here and edge yourself until you’re delirious. Good whores cum for their masters, and get cock. You think you get rewarded for being a pathetic slut? Do what you’re told. Put on a show, and cum.”
I can feel the death, not so little, just beyond a barrier. It’s there, it wants to come, I want it to come, I need it. My onlooker can feel it, I know he can, I know he can see it on the precipice.
“Fuck yourself, bunny. You’re not getting my cock with this pitiful show, so you might as well forget it. The least you can do for my troubles is cream on that dildo of yours for me.”
Shame lashes against my flesh as I go to grab the cock, notch it at my soaked entrance, and push into my tight fuckhole. The head finds my g spot quickly, and a full groan erupts in my throat. I fuck myself with vigor, the vibrator on its highest setting, and the cock slapping against my flesh. Heat in my belly, heat in my chest, heat everywhere.
“That’s right, bunny. Feed that dirty cum dump of a cunt. It feels so good, doesn’t it? Giving Daddy exactly what he wants…such a good bunny, fucking yourself like that. Show me how you like it, show me how to fuck you senseless. Make me want to stretch those pussy lips around this thick cock. Make it impossible to resist.”
I hear screaming. I think it’s me, but I’m too busy dying a true death to really know. My chest heaves as I rip the wand away from my overused clit. I can feel the blood pulsing, my pussy still gripping the dildo while my cum drips down its balls. An involuntary shake. My eyes open slowly, and the world is hazy. A giggle bubbles in my throat, disbelief wracking me. I did it.
Grande mort.
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/10c20mq/fuck_yourself_bunny_f_self_pleasure_with_fantasy