They’re restless. Cooped up at home, alone. They complete their daily chores and work tasks early, nothing to do for the rest of the day. When they get like this, their hobbies are the last thing they’re thinking of. All they want is sex.
Sweaty, rough, loud sex.
Delicious slow, sensual sex.
Bodies moving together and breathless moans for more, more, MORE.
Satisfying the craving for their clit to be sucked and pussy to be filled is impossible. They’re restless like an animal in an enclosure. Pacing, whining, salivating at the thought of a woman’s mouth closing around their throbbing clit. Seeing stars at the image that flits across their mind of a cock pushing inside of them and stretching them to the limit.
They masturbated yesterday twice but it was boring and lazy. It felt too fake then. But they can’t think about anything else so they shove all the furniture away to clear out the center of the room, lay down some thick towels and arrange their toys. Today, they’re not going to stop until they can’t take it anymore, until their legs can’t stop shaking, until hopefully the bone-deep need for release is satisfied.
They settle onto the floor, clothes discarded. Running their hands down their body, they stoke the feverish fire burning in their body.
First, the fingers. Little circles around their already puffy clit. Their hips squirm involuntarily against the pressure. Waves of blinding pleasure almost sting as they dance behind their eyes. Slip two fingers inside, curl against the g-spot, rub the clit hard. Tried and true, mechanical motions that coax them cascading over the edge. Their thighs clench around their hands, still working to impart an orgasm.
Sticky-wet fingers withdrawn, they lay back and stretch for a moment. They smooth a hand up and down their belly, stroking their chest and nipples. With their eyes closed, they suck their own juices off their fingers one by one. Imagining a partner doing it instead. It’s not enough.
Now, they reach for a thick blue and pink swirled dildo. The soft, silky silicone feels warm in their hands. They squirt some lube on the head, watching as it drips down the veined shaft. Slowly they draw it down their belly, leaving a glistening trail of lube. Teasing, tempting themself. Stroking their clit with the dildo, feeling pleasure bloom. They slide it into their pussy with a breathy sigh and spread their legs. Slowly in and out, savoring the stretch and the press against their deepest walls.
Hard and fast now, their heart rate quickens with the pace they fuck themself with. Climax is still a ways off but the dildo fills them well. They buck into it, trying to bottom out. To feel the silicone balls slap against their ass. In and out. They imagine a lover filling their pussy with his cock, pounding into them. They roll to their stomach and arch their back, burying their face into a pillow. The dildo slams in and out of their dripping pussy with deft flicks of their wrist.
Their moans are desperate now. So close, so close. Then they cum, body twisting and rolling, quaking. They push the silicone cock in as far as it will go and hold it their while their body sings. A wet spot forms on the towel beneath them. They feel almost drunk now. But it is still not enough.
Now they add a vibrator to the equation. Sitting up on their knees, they stick the dildo’s suction cup to a bare spot of floor and sit down on it. It stretches still but the angle is different. They rest the vibrator on a low setting against their sensitive, puffy clit. One hand braced behind them, the other holding the vibrator steady, they ride the dildo with slow rolls of their hips. Its soft material curves perfectly into them.
They want to go fast and hard but force themself to go slow. Achingly slow. The hum of the vibrator fills their ears and they imagine that hot neighbor girl masturbating to them. Calling their name as she cums. Their eyes roll back with a deep moan. They flip the vibrator up a notch, sending pleasure zinging up their spine and gathering in the familiar pool of heat in their belly. The movements they make with their hips become stuttered, grazing their g-spot as much as possible. Close, so close.
They move off the dildo hurriedly and turn the vibrator on high, rushing themselves into climax. They come with a drawn out whine. Body arching back, thighs flexing. They imagine two lovers watching them putting on a show from seats in the shadows. Watching their sweaty sinewed body writhe in the light. Waiting for their turn to apply their mouths to their body.
They are breathing heavily, trying to catch their breath after cumming so hard. But still, it is not enough.
Fingers already back to working at their clit, they all but throw themself to the floor. Needy sounds pass their lips. Their body moves unconsciously, simultaneously seeking pleasure and trying to escape the stimulation. They imagine a lover pushing her clit against theirs after already having cum in their mouth, still wanting more. The shared eagerness to reach climax, the obscene, erotic sounds, the bodies so close together.
Now, orgasm is elusive. Seemingly about to crest then ebbing for a moment before rising up again. They squirm helplessly. Suddenly it strikes, sending them into ecstasy. Their back arches and their body spasms. They push a finger inside themself, curling against their g-spot and prolonging the orgasm.
When they come down from the orgasmic high, they finally feel somewhat satisfied. At least for another day. No telling whether they’d need another intense session tomorrow. For now, they lay back and breath for a moment before cleaning up and hopping in the shower. Their body is tired and too sensitive for any more.
But it’s still not enough.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/l2joh6/not_enough_nonbinary_solo_masturbation