When secret desires begin to surface, sometimes they’re just too strong to ignore. This is the case with a woman named “Anna“, who once she accidentally discovers the sexual power she possesses over men, can’t fight the desire to use that power to her full advantage.
In this week’s entry for MasturbationMonday, we peek in on Anna’s late-night thoughts as she explores her new-found desires, which leads her to exploring her aching pussy in the family bathroom:
Then again, another part of me wanted him to make love to me. No… to fuck me. A sense of guilt flowed through me as I realized I wanted to feel his cock drive into me as I recalled the feeling I had on stage, thinking about all those men getting excited over me, wanting to fuck me. I wanted to think about letting those men fuck me as Rod plunged his cock deep and hard into my pussy. And then I pictured Warren, the look of lust and appreciation on his young, handsome face. I really wanted to picture Warren fucking me while I was being fucked by my husband. I looked over at Rod, his back to me, and I realized almost with a sense of despair that it wasn’t going to happen. My pussy was getting soaked all over again thinking of Warren and all those other men, and I desperately hoped that Rod was indeed sleeping so he wouldn’t be sensing my excitement.
After a few long, lingering moments, when I was convinced that he was indeed asleep, I slowly and quietly sneaked out of bed and made my way back to the bathroom. The room still smelled of pussy. I sat down on the toilet lid and masturbated, something I hadn’t done in I don’t know how long. My pussy was desperately aching and in need of relief though, and despite the guilt I felt about Rod, the overwhelming feelings of desire I was experiencing were even stronger. I knew if I stayed in bed the feelings and images would just linger all night long, and the thought of that was just unbearable. I so desperately wanted a cock filling up my wet, aching pussy, but I had to make do with my fingers. I fucked myself furiously with my hands while I fantasized about Warren fucking me long and hard on stage in front of all those horny men, then when he was done letting whoever else that wanted to come up on stage and have their turn with me. I fantasized about being fucked over and over again by each and every one of those men who got turned on by me. It was like years and years of secret desires, hidden even to me, were being let loose all at once, and there was no way of stopping it even if I wanted to. And I didn’t want to! I wanted to feel all of those desires to the fullest, let them overtake me, and to give in to them.
I fingered myself to orgasm after orgasm, trying to silence my moans of pleasure as best I could, but I’m sure anyone awake at that time would surely hear me and know what was going on. Rod, the kids, anyone could have caught me, but I kept on masturbating, kept on fantasizing, giving in to my lust and desire and hoping that all were asleep. When I had pretty much exhausted myself, and felt that I had adequately relieved myself enough that I could sleep, I again washed myself up and headed back to bed. The bathroom reeked more of pussy now than it had before, but I figured that would fade by morning, at least I hoped it would. I looked at the clock on the way back to bed and was amazed to discover that I had spent more than an hour in the bathroom. Rod’s soft snoring was reassuring, and I felt relatively relieved that I hadn’t gotten caught.
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