Yesterday was the first time I played with my pussy in weeks. It’s not that I haven’t wanted to – I’ve just been busy traveling with friends and family, with rarely a moment alone. But yesterday, I couldn’t take it anymore.
My friend and I were on an overnight train, sleeping on the bottom bunks across from each other. It was midday, though, and the compartment was flooded with daylight.
I couldn’t stop thinking about sex, or how good it feels to stand up on my knees and fuck myself with my dildo until my legs shake. I needed to fuck myself like that again. I remembered my last night in my old apartment, a sweaty marathon of orgasms while my roommate was out. I fucked myself laying down, kneeling, standing, ass up, until I was just a stream of incoherent, breathy moans, and my lingerie was a sweaty mess stuck to my skin. And I imagined fantasies of my own as well (thanks Reddit): getting fucked blindfolded by strangers, having my legs bound up near my head and my arms tied down near my ass and getting bred in that position.