An Erotic Lullaby
I got home from work that afternoon completely drained. I had insomnia of the worst kind... where you are tired until you get into bed and then you lie awake until you give up sleeping, so you get up and try reading, watching TV, just about ANYTHING to get yourself ready for sleep. And then you get into bed again and stare into the darkness, knowing that you are simply not destined for sleep no matter how much your body is screaming for it.
That was the past 48 hours. I hadn't slept a wink in two days. I couldn't tell you why, other than things at work had me a little stressed out. Third quarter results were due in on Thursday, and not only was my division the least profitable, but my particular jurisdiction was ranked dead last. The bloodbath was certain to begin soon, and I was concerned that I might fall victim to it. Okay, maybe I was a little more than a LITTLE stressed out. But I was determined... TONIGHT , I was going to sleep!
So, I left a little early that afternoon, stopped to pick up a turkey breast at the supermarket (isn't it turkey that makes you sleepy?), and picked up the mail.
Among the bills and junk mail was a tiny little brown package. Small... less than the size of a letter-sized envelope, and slightly bulky. I smiled... oh yes, how could I have forgotten?!
As soon as I walked through the door of the apartment, I went through my little getting-home ritual. Lock the door, turn on the oven for dinner, pour a glass of something cold (fruit juice, today), strip, turn on my little rock fountain for white noise, and take a nice leisurely shower. This evening I decided on the vanilla-scented shampoo and conditioner, and vanilla bean shower gel and lotion. I smelled like a big ole butterscotch candy when I was done. I perused the nightgown choices, and decided to just be naked. The blinds were closed, and I just sort of felt like it.
I popped the turkey breast in the oven, and then reached eagerly for the package. I ripped it open, and out fell a small white object. It was only about and inch and half long, and as thick around as perhaps two of my fingers knotted together. A white cord ran from one end of it to a controller. I dug through the toolbox and found two AA batteries. Popping them in while seated at my desk, I was startled by the sudden jumping of the little white cylindrical object. That sucker MOTORED ! I felt my pussy dampen slightly just at the thought of it, and I grinned.
I logged onto the computer and checked my email quickly. Nothing exciting. I casually fingered my pussy, mostly just to feel good, not to particularly arouse myself... YET ! I jumped over to the web counter to check my site. I smiled... I was doing okay. Not excellently or anything, but it was quite a thrill to know that thousands of people like the way my dirty mind thinks. And then I checked out new files added to the site that day. One title in particular caught my attention.
I wondered if it could be written by a friend of mine, but thought that he wouldn't have done that without telling me, could he? Not that he needed approval or anything, but as a big fan of the way HIS dirty mind thinks, a certain consideration would have been nice.
Sure enough, as I opened the file, I realized it was indeed from him. Hmph, I thought. I also smirked with pleasure. What better way to break in my new toy? I dashed off a quick note to him to tell him I was checking out his latest literary effort, and then turned my attention to the story. I wasn't sure if it was the absent-minded touching or if it was my brain wondering what erotic scenario my friend had described this time, but it was time for the towel.
I stretched over to the chair next to the desk and pulled out a black bath towel. Well, it had turned grayish from repeated washing, but was mostly black. I lifted myself out of my chair and placed the towel, folded in half, down on the seat, and then perched my naked ass on it. I spread my legs out, the right on top of the desk, and the left hanging over the arm of the chair, and then I picked up my little egg.
I didn't turn it on just yet, but rather just ran it up and down my pussy lips as I started reading. I chuckled at a few places, but overall, I was enjoying the pace of the story. As I proceeded, I flipped the switch on, and my little pleasure-giver sprang into life. I continued to run it over the outside of my cunt as I shuddered. God, it felt good ! I especially loved it when I just held it over or to the side of my clit. To be honest, I was starting to get totally wrapped up in my own efforts, and had to make a conscious effort to slow down. Sometimes pleasures waited for are the strongest. I continued with the story. As I read, I turned off the egg, and slipped it inside me. As deeply inside as I could get it. Then I just let it sit there for a little bit.
I finished the story, and smiled. Another good effort, although not quite as much to my tastes. I have always been a fairly heterosexual woman, and I knew what I wanted to read right then. I quickly clicked my way through my hard drive until I got to my folder of saved stories. I selected three of my friend's, and opened them, but minimized them. I shifted in my seat and turned the little mischief-maker inside me to a low setting. A strange buzzing sensation went through my entire groin region. I could feel the vibrations on the walls of my pussy, vaguely against my swollen labia, an entirely unexpected stimulation in my rear passage, and it felt like my clit was being rubbed from the inside out. And my pussy was dripping wet. Thank God for the towel!
I pulled up an early fantasy. It was written for his slave, and detailed exactly how their initial meeting might have been. It was heavy on domination and bondage, and it made me so hot I wanted to come right then. But I also wanted to wait. So I did. I closed my eyes, and concentrated on the physical sensations. I wondered if that was what electrical stimulation felt like. I thought that I could feel every inch of my cunt. With one hand, I controlled the speed of the egg, and with the other I reached down and began to caress my clit. I did it slowly, building up the tension in my body. I giggled as an image of the egg shooting out of me when I climaxed crossed my mind. And then I turned to the next story.
Mmmmm... this one was just what the doctor ordered. Full of descriptions of a bdsm scene that were so erotic and vivid that I could imagine myself there, a voyeur to the incident playing out in my mind's eye. Indeed, part of me wished to feel the caressing sting of a whip or flogger right then. I turned up the speed on my little vibrating friend. THIS was what I wanted to think about as I crested the plateau, and it wouldn't take long.
I felt my pussy lips almost snapping together as I could almost hear the moans and groans of pain and pleasure mingling. My finger pushed hard on my clit, and I came, moans of my own escaping out into the quiet of the apartment. I flung my head back as I orgasmed, continuing the massage of my nerve-laden kernel of flesh to milk every single sensation that I could out of the moment. The buzzing intruder inside me continued to hum away, and despite the fact that my cunt juices were dripping down the crack of my ass, and even though I could feel my passage spasm around it, my little buddy stayed put, not hurtling out of me, but instead, prolonging my pleasure.
As I came down,
my shaking fingers turned off the remote control and I breathed deeply.
The aroma of roasting turkey wafted through the air to my nose and I
smiled a truly contented smile. I didn't know if it was going to be
the turkey or my new little friend, but I was
to sleep tonight!