18+ MDNI

*You with a tumblr moot you just met

"I'm really... horny. i need to go to the bathroom."

a pause

"do it here."

can't say i hate the idea, it's just we've never done anything sexual before. so i lay back down.

"fuck, how-"

"do it like you always do solo." she rolls closer, puts her head on my shoulder.

i pull out my phone, search for usual on pornhub. i can feel her breathing on my neck and her gaze burning the screen, as i slowly glide my other hand down to my waistband. i feel already soaked, i bite my lip. I'm curious what is she thinking, what she feels but it feels odd to ask. like it will ruin the moment.

a couple minutes in and i pick up the pace. she puts her hand on my stomach, nothing more. fuck. she is so close but so far away. is she going to do more?

"come on baby, i feel you getting close" in a voice that made the goosebumps feel like needles all over my body

"fuck, i am"

my head is starting to fall back, eyes rolling and my lips are parted. i don't even look at my phone anymore. it's not like i need to. she moves even closer and i feel her cupping my hand with hers. the only thing between my heat and her fingers is my palm. she presses and i don't stop.

a raspy moan escapes me as my orgasm dawns on me almost immediately after her move. i ride it out, still seeing stars and feeling her weight.

such a fucking shame i didn't feel her inside. but i guess this is just the beginning.

I got myself a labia spreader and it’s driving me crazy…

They’re this nifty little things that, well, spread your labia. Besides the obvious exposing your clit to all kinds of stimulation (especially while wearing denim over it, ugh), the feeling of having labia spread all the time is a thing on it’s own.

I bought one for a couple of bucks and tried it immediately when it got delivered. It’s so mean! I never even thought of what the part that gets inserted might feel like but damn…

It stretched me but left me wide open and empty at the same time. While pressing a sweet spot in me at the same time. It’s just. You’re empty but not. You’re exposed but not feeling anything on the outside. And damn. Moving? Wearing it under clothes? Denim is the best kind of bad.