I’m laying in bed and my little clit is hard thinking about being fucked earlier today. This morning it was so warm out and I wanted to feel the soothing sensation of cool water on my skin, so I called my dear friend and asked him to go swimming with me.

We went somewhere we’d never been and clambered down the gorge to the beautiful crystal pools below. I’m still not used to swimming in these mountain streams where the water is clear as the sky and a pretty turquoise color.

He dipped his toes in the pool and I watched the sunlight dance over his freckled shoulders as he waded into the water. His beauty struck me again as it had a thousand times before as I watched him sink into the river and look back toward me, smiling contentedly.

We explored upstream, climbing across ancient boulders that the river had weathered into smooth, graceful forms. Few people ventured as far as we did, and soon we were alone in the gorge, climbing and talking. I studied his freckles, the curve of his jaw, the way his hazel eyes lit up in the afternoon sunlight. Read more »

My cunt has been dripping for days. Bad luck, busy life and poor timing mean that even private playtime isn’t enough.
At lunch, I make my way to one of the nice private bathrooms. Everyone down that hall is on vacation. Easy enough to lock the door behind me. I just pull clothes off, kneeling to start working my clit with busy fingers. I don’t need to be naked, but it just adds to the desperately horny feel. I need to express it, even if its just to the mirror over the ladies lavatory. There’s no teasing or buildup necessary. I’ve been distracted so long, completely overshadowed by my desire sliding wet between my thighs.
Kneeling, exposed in the middle of the room isn’t doing it for me. So I move to the sink, pressing my breasts to the cold stone. My nipples take offense and my pussy dampens further. Sliding two fingers into my pussy is easy and very satisfying. But it’s still not enough to push me over the edge. I’ve been on the edge of orgasm so much for the last 6 days that I am having trouble pushing myself to orgasm. So used the ever-present arousal, my body had apparently accepted that as its new state. Any efforts to reach release would take serious effort.
My fingers are covered in creamy cum. It feels so good to pump those fingers into myself. I could do it as long as my muscles allowed. But I add one more for the extra full feeling. Jamming them in makes me moan, arching against the cold countertop.
I imagine its you behind me, fingering me towards the edge. I would see you smirking at me in the mirror. I’d arch my back to give you easier access and you’d drive harder into me in response.
My head is draped over the sink as I mutter, moan and gasp to the vision in my head. It’s a tiny echo chamber of lust. I realize I am begging for you. That my needy arousal is completely centered on you as I’m compelled to pummel my pussy searching for that fantastic orgasm.
But its not enough. The Edge holds firm in my body, despite my muscles rippling, pussy clenching at my fingers. My hand drops from my cunt and the loss of sensation almost makes me cry.
I can’t cum without you. I need your voice in my ear, your approval and encouragement to be this hedonist.
My hands grip the counter in desperation. Smears of girl juices slide under my fingers and I stare at them. My break is almost done. I shakily wash my hands, clean the mess, avoiding the appearance of the starving woman in the mirror. Clothes put to rights, I meander back to my desk and send a text message.
His reply was “ You’re a good girl for telling me. I’ll see you at home in a few hours”