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Release

I walked upstairs, heavy feet, heavy heart, swollen pussy. Sometimes I read too much.

I knew I had to do something about the ache - there and in my heart.  I stripped to nothing and climbed into bed.  Sluggish and slow, I almost dreaded this.  It wasn't what I wanted - but I needed it.

I cupped my breasts, rubbing, massaging.  I pulled at my nipples - the pain made me feel alive.

One hand kept persistently tugging, while the other found my pussy.  I was soaking wet.  I started my normal leisurely stroking.

Soon I was frantically stroking my clit.  My back arched tightly, my head thrown back, my mouth in a silent scream.

Please, please, please, I thought over and over.

Something in me broke, and I began to sob.  I came in a giant rush, and my hands were soaked; my scent filled the room.  I cried harder.  I curled up into myself - knees drawn, hugging my waist.  Great, gulping sobs emanated from me.

I cried myself out.  Calm descended over me.

Wow.  I came hard, I thought.

I rolled over and slept, a little less heavy.

About the author

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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