I’m a college student with a roommate, so I have to go to the single bathrooms in my dorm to take care of business. I feel like such a pathetic whore every time I’m sitting on the toilet with my fingers frantically rubbing my pussy.
I’ve already touched myself once already today, but I can’t help it. Every time I think of you and what you do to me, I need more. I’ll never have enough, and that’s why you call me your greedy little whore.
I’m sitting on the toilet with my skirt bunched around my hips. I lick my fingers, imagining they’re yours in my mouth. And then I slide my finger through my folds and over my clit. It feels so good, it’s so worth the humiliation of masturbating in a dorm bathroom. Honestly, the humiliation adds to it.
I touch myself to thoughts of you inside me, grabbing my throat and hitting my face. I touch myself to the image of you fingering my dripping pussy while I squirm and beg. I need you so badly, but my own fingers will have to do.
When I feel myself getting close, I picture you slapping my face and telling me to come. And with that, I do. I bite my lip as I explode in pleasure, twitching around on the toilet seat and enjoying every second of it.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/udo0l3/f18_thinking_about_you_while_touching_myself_f_fm