Like Old Times

He gave me permission to cum yesterday, whenever and however I wanted. I shivered in delight at the permission but stayed busy most of the evening. It wasn’t until late last night, right before I went to bed, that I realized I needed to take advantage of his carte blanche offer.

It was like old times, but better.

No longer shy and tentative with my own body, my hand dipped into my wet pussy, stroking my labia, my clit, finding my inner folds. My back arched. I hissed through my teeth. This felt better than old times. My hips began to push against my hand. I rolled my clit in between my fingers, and my cum flowed down the crack of my ass.

“Yessssss,” I gasped.

Realizing I was completely alone for the first time in a while, my gasps and grunts became louder. I inserted two fingers and tapped my g-spot, slowly at first, and then faster. My hips lifted off the bed. I clutched the sheets with my free hand. I gushed into my hand.

Shuddering with the effort, I lay prone on the bed, smiling. I could feel the cum pooling under my ass on the sheets. I knew I would need to wash them in the morning. The smell of my sex and cum filled the room.

I firmly stroked my clit, sliding back the hood, pushing into my clit firmly. Mewling, I squirted past my fingers. I stroked my cunt and my ass, reveling in the wetness. I was soaked; I laughed in delight.

Two fingers against my g-spot, and I squirted again. Allowing no rest, I continued finger-fucking myself. The speed and force of my fingers moving in and out caused me to slap my clit. I came again and again and then again, squirting every time. The puddle of cum grew wider and wetter.

Panting, I pulled my fingers out, marveling at the feel of cum dripping down my fingers and hand. Lightly, I touched my clit. My body instantly reacted – fingers and toes curled, head thrown back, back arched, ass lifted. I came hard and unexpectedly. I pushed against my clit more firmly. I cried out with pleasure, my free hand letting go of the sheets to find my nipple. I twisted and tweaked my nipples with one hand and twisted and tweaked my clit with the other.

Grunting like an animal, I came one more time, gushing, cum flowing like a river out of my body.

I giggled and smiled in satisfaction. I felt the wetness under my body and glowed with pride. It had been a long time since I slept in my own puddle. I sent Him a text, thanking Him and letting Him know what He allowed me to do. I rolled over, snuggled into my covers and wet spot, and fell fast asleep, smiling to myself.

About the author

Kayla Lords

I am a sex blogger, podcaster, freelance writer, international speaker, kink educator, and all-around kinky woman. 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 happy 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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