That’s the Spot #MasturbationMonday

I lay flat across the bed, sinking into the mattress.

His hands are warm and firm.

“Ohhhhhhh, yes, just like that. Mmmmm, right there.”

Waves of heat emanate from his body, hovering over mine, bare inches separating us.

My toes curl, and I hiss.

“Does that feel good? Do you like this?”

I bury my face into my arm, silky hair cascading over me, hiding me from his view. I whimper and nod.

His fingers press into willing flesh. I squeak in response. I hadn’t expected it to feel like this.

“Oh, God, yes, that’s the spot. Don’t stop! Please!”

The pressure is almost too much to bear. Pleasure borders on pain. I’m not sure I can hold out much longer.

“Please, please! No more, please, no more!”

“Had enough, babygirl?”

I nod my head, trembling from head to toe.

“Ok, no more back rubs for you tonight. Let’s go to bed.”

Welcome to Masturbation Monday! We’ve had no kinky fuckery for a few days because I decided to start a new workout challenge, and it’s kicking my ass. I’m so sore that all John Brownstone can do is massage the tightness away and tuck me into bed. But it sounded good, didn’t it? Okay, y’all, I know there’s smutty goodness to read today – go forth and seek it out.