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By: Eve Rhony
Eve Rhony’s Tales of a Lusty Lass: Wank Girl
Well, the Christmas slump’s a far distant memory as work pressure is through the roof again. No opportunity for a sneaky something with him upstairs (Owen). I get home from work knackered, in need of a fix of something to divide the day.
I need to close down work mode and activate my real persona. My job is emotionally draining and as part of my role I am expected to look after myself both physically and mentally. It is a drive to de-role, shake off the “relationships”. My first step is to disrobe, change into yoga gear. I stand in front of the full length mirror as I slip off my skirt and tights. I look at myself, bottom half bare, like a bloke undresses.
As I think about this I feel a stirring, pit of my stomach first, then loins. By the time I pull my sweater over my head I know I am wet. I unclasp the bra. My tits revealed to the cold air, sit up and blink. I pinch my nipples, gently then harder, enjoying the tingle and the anticipation.
Watching myself, I reach down and slip my cold hands between my legs. Fingering tentatively. Brushing softly against the sensitive peach. I part my legs and bend my knees slightly allowing my vagina to stretch open a little. My stomach flutters, excited. Without touching myself I know what waits for me, a silky, oozing, soon-to-be sopping, cunt. My clit aches to be touched.
I take my time with this part, my transition from mental to physical, I notice every small sensation. The thrill of cold hands glancing and teasing a breast, a hip, a thigh or a buttock. Stroking my skin and my senses awake. I break the trance-like state when I realise I am close to coming.
I make myself comfortable on the bed, the room is cold and I enjoy the feeling of it on my hot work-worn body. My right hand reaches for my cunt, the left for the rabbit. My fingers slip straight inside, emerge sticky with silk. I sniff, it’s good, I smear some round my upper lip so that I can smell and taste female essence.
I use the rabbit ears to bring my pouting clit to an erection. My climax ever closer. At a certain point my vagina gets a nagging painful ache to be penetrated, filled up. I lubricate the dildo with my own juices and insert it’s length, breathing a sigh of relief as my longing is satisfied. I push myself onto the dildo wedging the rabbit’s head clit-wards. Closing my thighs I grip the equipment into the well-loved familiar position that leaves my hands free. I fondle my breasts and interfere with my clit and the rabbit ears, finding the perfect combination of senses. My orgasm spasms through my body, my head jerks.
I’m glad there’s no-one there to see my twisted expression, although quite often I am imagining there is a secret voyeur, watching, wanking in the shadows.
As the feelings subside I climb into my yoga gear, legs still shaking. An hour of yoga and I’m ready again. This time a rapid, rough, rubbing off, through my yoga pants. If my body is awakened sufficiently, the wanks can then continue, three or four an evening and almost always one before I go to sleep… to dream and stroke my cunt awake in the morning. Ready to put on my armour for the new day.
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