Masturbation

Puddle

I came so hard and so often last night, I laid in a puddle of my own fluids.  I fell asleep in a wet spot.  I loved every second of it.

I went to bed with no intention of doing anything.  And then I started thinking about him.  Missing him.  Wondering what it would be like if he was in bed with me.

I imagined him watching me.

To have him watch me come, to see how far I’ve come (no pun intended) excites me.  I want him to know that one bad experience does not define me, or more importantly, us.

Normally, this is where I lovingly describe my own ecstasy.  And there was plenty of that.  But that’s not what struck me.  The ease in which I came, over and over again amazed me.  I lost count at one point, but I think six was the magic number.

The first time I came, I felt a hot gush, and I smiled.  The second time, I didn’t believe it happened.  The third took my breath away.  By the end I laughed in delight at myself.  My hand moved down my pussy towards my ass, and I marveled.  My body jerked and shuddered; my cunt pulsed and throbbed; my juices flowed and pooled; and I slept peacefully in my own personal puddle.

 

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, an opinionated marketer, and speaker. You can find me online sharing my innermost sexual thoughts and experiences, teaching other bloggers how to make money writing about sex, and helping kinksters have healthy BDSM relationships. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom and business partner, John Brownstone. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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