[F]eeling adventurous

About three months ago I bought my first butt plug. It started as nothing more than an aid while masturbating but eventually I started playing this game with myself “can I do the dishes with the butt plug”? Yes. Can I walk the dog?” Sure can. “Can I go for a drive?” Absolutely.

You’ll notice that none of these activities involve interpersonal interaction. Last night I decided to up the stakes. I went for one of my drives and found myself at a local bar. After a quick check to make sure everything was secure I went in and ordered myself a hard cider. I was shaking. The bar tender looked at me as if I must have been on something.

I took my drink outside to have a cigarette and (of course) a few of my friends are two tables down. I smile, blush, and sit praying that they’ll stay to themselves. They didn’t. One by one they came over to say hi while I clenched my ass and tried to focus on drinking my drink and smoking my cigarette. One of them asked if I had developed any new hobbies, does this count as a hobby?

I was still shaking. I couldn’t make eye contact with anyone. It felt like they all somehow knew what I was hiding. As terrified as this all made me, it also brought a strange exhilaration.

As soon as they were distracted I slipped out of the chair and walked briskly to my car. I haven’t been adventurous like that since I was a teenager. As soon as I was in the driver’s seat my right hand was pushed between my legs. It’s been ages since I’ve gotten that wet. I started working my fingers in circles against my clit and undulating my hips to match their rhythm. I came in a matter of seconds. When I got home I went to the bathroom and removed the plug. I looked at myself in the mirror and smiled.

Every girl needs a hobby.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/5ypbd9/feeling_adventurous