I was feeling out of sorts as I sat waiting for him to get home from work and to log on to IM for our “date”. I was full of sexual tension, my pussy was dripping with moisture and throbbing, literally. My clit was engorged and erect, and I hadn’t touched myself today at all. There were butterflies lurching in my stomach and I desperately needed something. At this point, anything would do. I had a favorite glass dildo that I love to use. It has a gentle curve to it, for G-spot stimulation. It is smooth and slides into my canal with ease. Today, I want something different, and I place it in the freezer for a few minutes. Perhaps the cold, smooth glass will help quell the hot, fiery feelings and put them to rest. I hate that I can’t have him. He is married, and we live 1000 miles apart, so I must be content with his words. His word, whether in an email, an erotic story, or in IM never fail to arouse me, and I have spent more time fingering and fucking myself to climax since I met him than I have ever done before, although, I have always enjoyed the act of masturbation, even Ankara Escort as a young girl, first learning about her body, to the mature woman that I am, needing a release of the sexual tension that seems to build of its own volition. Lately though, since I met him, my solo sessions have taken on an urgency that I have never known before. My clit is tender, from the rough play it gets. I am so desperate to cum, that I don’t care what I have to do to get there. My pussy is always wet, with anticipation, that it too might get some action, if only a vibrator or dildo. My toy collection grows, with each passing payday, as I head off to the adult store to peruse their stock and see if anything tickles my fancy. I can not wait for him any longer, and I take my glass dildo from the freezer. It’s frosty, and I know it will feel wonderful when the time comes to insert it deep into my wet canal. I lay down on the sofa, and with on leg up on the back of the sofa, and the other splayed out resting on the coffee table, Balgat Escort I am ready for solo play. I rub my mound gently massaging it with one hand, while I play with my breasts with the other. I love my nipples being stimulated, and there seems to be a direct line between them and my clit. I play with my nipples until they are hard, like pebbles, and the areola puckers and becomes ultra sensitive. I roll the peaks between my thumb and forefinger, pulling on them, until they are hard and erect. I have found the beauty of nipple clamps and use them as they provide the extra stimulation that I need and want, but free my hands to work on the part of my body that is wet and throbbing with the want for some attention. I tighten the clamps as much as I can stand, and this makes the throbbing in my genitals so much more pronounced. My hands finally go down to that area, and I spread my fleshy outer labia apart and gasp at the rush of cool air as it drifts across the hottest parts of me. I pull up on the hood, that protects Çankaya Escort my clit, and touch it directly. It’s too much right now, so I massage it with the hood covering it. I dip my fingers into my wet pussy, to gather some of the moisture there and spread it along my slit. I moan, wishing it were his hand that is now at my clit, beckoning a response. I continue to rub the nubbin, increasing the speed and force with which I do so. It is only a matter of moments until I feel the rush of slick fluid erupt from my body. I take the cold glass dildo, and slide the sleek instrument deep into my body. I gasp at the cold sensation invading the depths of my canal. I can feel the cold, smooth bulbous end massage my G-spot. I gently work the glass over it again and again. My finger stills on my nub, but only for a little while, for I know that I will need that sensation, that drive again, to push me over the edge, but I am not ready yet. My free hand goes up to tweak on the clamps that are tightly attached to my nipples. The pain is full of pleasure, and I can feel my clit engorge even more. My hand goes back to my mound, and I run my fingers from the opening of my pussy, where I continue to run the dildo in and out of my hole, up past the inner lips, so soft and silky, to my clit that is engorged and erect, like a small phallus. My hand grazes over it, and my hips buck, in reflex, my body wanting more.