I masturbated this morning. Laying in our bed, the covers thrown back and the sunlight streaming in across my body. Beyond the window the gentle sounds of a sunny bank holiday filled the air; bird song, a dog barking in the distance music and children playing. Sounds that somehow made what I was doing feel even more decadent.
The stone dildo felt blissfully cool against my thighs and gloriously cold against the heat of my cunt.
Letting the phallus glide into the depths of me and then holding it there savouring the feel of it filling me up with its cool hard weight before drawing it out until just the tip rested inside me. I played slowly, luxuriating in the sensations.
The sun heat the room and sweat pooled behind the backs of my knees and ran in little rivulet of fluid down the back of my my thighs. Across my forehead and upper lip beads of moisture gathered before i wiped them carelessly away with the back of my hand.
I thought about fingers pushing into me and the pull of cuffs on my ankles holding me open. I imagined the sound of your belt sliding from your trousers and the feel of the bed dipping as you knelt between my thighs holding your hard dick in your hand. I thought about the feel of you inside me, the sound you make, the way our bodies are both slick with sweat and how you taste as I lick at your neck and shoulder whilst you fill me with your cock
In the end i cast the stone dildo aside and rubbed at my clit in tight hard little motions that made me cum quickly.
Afterwards I slide into my shorts and went out for a walk with my juices still coating the folds of my cunt and my smell clinging to my finger tips. Sunny holiday Monday’s are always the best start to a week.