Thursday mornings
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I like to have an orgasm every Thursday mornings. It's actually the only time I masturbate. It's become a bit of a ritual- I have to get up "early" for a 9am lecture anyway. Before leaving for that I always have a bath and then go back to bed and let my fingers and fantasies run wild....
The alarm goes at 7am and blares out terrible pop music from the charts, through my radio alarm clock. I groan and roll slowly out of bed, then stagger over to the desk to switch it off. I've strategically placed it on the other side of the room so that I have to get up to stop the music.
Next I brush my teeth- in the university halls I live in, we each get a sink ("basin") in our rooms, and then share a bathroom. I wink at myself in the mirror because I like how I look before makeup- young, innocent, sweet, vulnerable. I don't think I'm any of those things now. Well, I suppose I'm still young.
I spit into the sink. The morning hunger is rising in my stomach but I've got other needs to satisfy first.
Back to bed now. That oh-so-satisfying return to the duvet. Sinking back onto the mattress, drawing the covers back over myself. It's warm and welcoming and the familiar excitement builds- I love to take matters into my own hands. Who doesn't? I don't need porn- all the stimulation I need is in my head.
Slowly, I reach down and lower my underwear down my slim white legs. I slip it off and push it to the bottom of the bed with my foot and stretch out. Closing my eyes, I surrender to a growing fantasy....
He waits on the carpet for me, naked, thick erection straining expectantly. I walk slowly towards where he is lying, shedding the tight purple lingerie that was hugging my slender curves. I release my hair from its knot and let it fall past my shoulders, watching him lick his lips. Anticipating me.
I kneel down beside him and we don't speak. I hold his hungry gaze and straddle him, stroking his chest with my fingers. I'm wet, even starting to drip onto him. He makes a low noise that betrays his frustration and I can't take it any more either so I lower myself onto his cock, feeling it slide past the early resistance of my tunnel, pushing deep into me.
It feels so good, so intense.... I move up and down slowly, rhythmically.... his breathing quickens and his cock bottoms out in my pussy, sunk all the way in. I plant my hands on his chest and pick up the pace, bobbing faster on his erection, enjoying the noises of our heavy breathing, of his cock sliding repeatedly into my slick pussy, of our firm flesh meeting. He's thrusting up to meet me now, his hands on my hips and his fingers digging in.... our sex is at that wonderful point where serious pleasure meets just a hint of pain. My eyes are closed and sweat is running down my face..... he moans loudly when he can't control it anymore and bursts inside me, filling me up, thick hot cum overflowing and oozing out of me to drip onto my thigh.
The fantasy works its magic..... I'm squirming in my bed, pulling my own hair with one hand, and squeezing my breast, and then gripping the bedsheet. The other hand remains always between my legs, expert fingers driving me on.... it doesn't take long... I feel the warmth bubble up deep inside me..... it explodes and I gasp and clench my legs shut around my hand and my whole body shakes and I try not to cry out.... it lasts a few seconds and then recedes, leaving me sweating, spent, and so alive.
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I like to have an orgasm every Thursday mornings. It's actually the only time I masturbate. It's become a bit of a ritual- I have to get up "early" for a 9am lecture anyway. Before leaving for that I always have a bath and then go back to bed and let my fingers and fantasies run wild....
The alarm goes at 7am and blares out terrible pop music from the charts, through my radio alarm clock. I groan and roll slowly out of bed, then stagger over to the desk to switch it off. I've strategically placed it on the other side of the room so that I have to get up to stop the music.
Next I brush my teeth- in the university halls I live in, we each get a sink ("basin") in our rooms, and then share a bathroom. I wink at myself in the mirror because I like how I look before makeup- young, innocent, sweet, vulnerable. I don't think I'm any of those things now. Well, I suppose I'm still young.
I spit into the sink. The morning hunger is rising in my stomach but I've got other needs to satisfy first.
Back to bed now. That oh-so-satisfying return to the duvet. Sinking back onto the mattress, drawing the covers back over myself. It's warm and welcoming and the familiar excitement builds- I love to take matters into my own hands. Who doesn't? I don't need porn- all the stimulation I need is in my head.
Slowly, I reach down and lower my underwear down my slim white legs. I slip it off and push it to the bottom of the bed with my foot and stretch out. Closing my eyes, I surrender to a growing fantasy....
He waits on the carpet for me, naked, thick erection straining expectantly. I walk slowly towards where he is lying, shedding the tight purple lingerie that was hugging my slender curves. I release my hair from its knot and let it fall past my shoulders, watching him lick his lips. Anticipating me.
I kneel down beside him and we don't speak. I hold his hungry gaze and straddle him, stroking his chest with my fingers. I'm wet, even starting to drip onto him. He makes a low noise that betrays his frustration and I can't take it any more either so I lower myself onto his cock, feeling it slide past the early resistance of my tunnel, pushing deep into me.
It feels so good, so intense.... I move up and down slowly, rhythmically.... his breathing quickens and his cock bottoms out in my pussy, sunk all the way in. I plant my hands on his chest and pick up the pace, bobbing faster on his erection, enjoying the noises of our heavy breathing, of his cock sliding repeatedly into my slick pussy, of our firm flesh meeting. He's thrusting up to meet me now, his hands on my hips and his fingers digging in.... our sex is at that wonderful point where serious pleasure meets just a hint of pain. My eyes are closed and sweat is running down my face..... he moans loudly when he can't control it anymore and bursts inside me, filling me up, thick hot cum overflowing and oozing out of me to drip onto my thigh.
The fantasy works its magic..... I'm squirming in my bed, pulling my own hair with one hand, and squeezing my breast, and then gripping the bedsheet. The other hand remains always between my legs, expert fingers driving me on.... it doesn't take long... I feel the warmth bubble up deep inside me..... it explodes and I gasp and clench my legs shut around my hand and my whole body shakes and I try not to cry out.... it lasts a few seconds and then recedes, leaving me sweating, spent, and so alive.
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