With a restless kid across the hall, making a lot of noise right now isn’t an option.
But that doesn’t stop the pleasure.
The sex toy (review coming soon!) was the quietest I’d ever used. And the buzziest small toy, too.
My toes curled first. Fingers clenched in the blankets.
I dug my heels into the bed, a silent kick as the pleasure unfurled, simultaneously in my cunt and from the bottoms of my feet. Racing up and down my legs, toward each other, to meet in an impending explosion of pleasure.
The first orgasm sent sparks through my entire body. My head fell back against the pillow, my mouth open wide in a silent scream of pleasure.
I pressed the toy harder against my clit, repeating the cycle once more. Electricity pinged off muscle and nerve, flowing in all directions. My clit pulsed in time with my heart beat.
The next, silent orgasm erupted from the center of my body. I opened my mouth to scream my pleasure, silent, breathless.
The throbbing in my cunt began to slow. The lightning turned to flashes, becoming more distant. The thunder of pleasure, fading away.
Slowly, my silent screams became halting breaths became whispery gasps. As my heart and clit slowed their hammering, I found my voice.
“What would have happened if I could have screamed?”
“I don’t know, babygirl, but I can’t wait to find out.”
Welcome to Masturbation Monday, and I’ve actually masturbated! Yay for that! For more smut, you know where to go.
The month of June is nearly over, and I’m going to do my best to go out strong and write every damn day.