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.

 

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Kayla Lords

I am an erotic author, sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, and an opinionated marketer. I'm also a masochistic babygirl submissive with an amazing and sadistic Daddy Dom. Welcome to my kinky corner of the internet!

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