My first story! I’m really excited to share this with y’all, so I hope you enjoy. This is a story about my deepest fantasy—one that I haven’t told many partners about, because I’m still a bit shy about it. But thankfully, I get to fully indulge myself in it with no shame when I’m alone.
It was late one weekday evening and for whatever reason, both of my roommates had left the house and likely wouldn’t be back until the next morning. This was perfect, considering that my sleeping space is…less than private, and I can be a bit loud when I really get going.
Masturbation is usually very ritualistic for me: I light a candle, turn on some slow R&B, and throw on some long socks to keep my feet warm while I am in the throes of orgasmic bliss. However, I didn’t have the patience for any of that on this night. I had been itching for some release for God knows how long. It had been a few months since I had brought myself to climax last. Shame on me for denying myself, I know. Well, maybe not shame. Deep down, I loved the mulling anticipation of my next orgasm. There is something about going so long without climaxing that I almost forget how it feels, making each one I do have just that more incredible.