As I write this, I should tell you, that I’m wet. More than wet. Turned on. My skin is tingling.
Ten minutes ago, I was looking for something to put inside me. And fifteen minutes before that, I had been lazily fingering myself. Pulling aside my panties, tugging on my lips, spreading myself apart with two fingers. Left handed. I had a leg propped up on the table to reach myself better. It was easier to thrust my fingers inside me. I touched my pussy like a stranger. Gentle, curiously exploring. Slightly uncoordinated since I was using my off-hand. I was moist. I know you keep lube hidden in the drawer of the computer desk. But trust me, I didn’t need it.
The more I fingered myself, the more I wanted… well, more. When I was done teasing myself, that’s when I decided to find something to fill me. I used the sharpie marker. The thick one. It went in ridiculously easy. I pushed it in and out several times, using different angles. I could feel it sliding around but it was not enough to clamp around. I needed to have something large enough for my pussy to squeeze.
So I used your leave-in conditioner bottle. Slimmer than a regular shampoo bottle. But it had girth. That’s what’s in me now. The pull-out nozzle is propped against the seat of the chair. My thighs are spread to the side. And every now and then, I’ll squeeze and feel it being slowly pushed out. It only takes me sitting up straighter to slide it back in. I can use both my hands to type. To tell you what I’m doing to myself while you’re sleeping. Don’t get jealous. I’ll be sure to entice you with sex later. I’ll need it.
If I wiggle, even just a little bit, I can feel the thickness of the bottle. It’s almost uncomfortable. I had to squat on the floor at first to get it in. And even then, I had to work it. I thought about the lube again. But I didn’t want to deal with the stickiness. Lube takes away some of the sensation. And I didn’t want to make it too easy to slide the bottle in. I wanted my pussy to get used to it, bit by sweet bit. It’s easy to imagine I’m straddling you in this chair. Only I’m not moving as much. In fact, other than my pussy muscles throbbing around the bottle, I’m not moving at all.
Reaching my left hand down, I can feel the top fourth of the bottle jutting out between my soft thighs. I had to move my skirt to the side. My panties are on the floor. Somewhere. I vaguely remember stripping them off when I was searching for something shaped just right earlier. [read more](https://realsexstoriesx.blogspot.com/2018/05/cant-help-myself-shes-sitting-at.html)
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