I can tell you why

This piece was inspired by Kayla Lords Masturbation Monday picture about which she asked why?

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I can tell you why…

…because she can’t stop thinking about him.

The way his steely blue eyes look at her and twinkle when he laughs, the shape of his shoulders and arms in that fitted black sweater, the sound of his voice, the smell of aftershave, the touch of his hand.

At the gym, on the bus, at work, lunchtime, shopping, little snippets of him sneak into her head. He is driving her mad.

At the end of the day she retreats to her room, into her bed, sliding beneath the covers and thinks about him some more.

The feel of his hands caressing her curves, the press of his fingers into the flesh in her thighs, the heat of his mouth on her nipples, the graze of his teeth against her neck, the sight of his cock thick and hard, his taste, his moans, his fingers in her cunt, his weight pressing down on her, the way he looks at her as he pushes into the heat of her, the smell of him, the smell of them as he pins her arms above her head and fucks her.

And she comes, every morning and every night.

Because she just can’t stop fucking thinking about him.