Submissive Jennifer - Sex Stories

Submissive Jennifer

... level by not touching yourself.” I switched off her vibrator and half an hour later, I went back home.  Chapter 2 That evening, before I went to bed, I received a message from kinkyslut. “Dear Tormentor (she choose this nickname), Today you made me live hell as I have waited it for years. I have to say, it was hot. On my way back home, I kept telling me this was it. I did not consider to take our thing further for a second. When I arrived at my flat, my hands were shaking: I was finally about to get the release you denied me all day. I stripped fully naked, without even considering the neighbors from across the street who could have seen me. My nipples were hurting me from being erected all day, I was exhausted and my pussy was sore from hours of stimulation. When I removed the egg that had been between my tights all day, my body remembered the journey it had lived today. In a second my body heat increased. I wanted to touch myself, to get what you did not give but I was still too sensitive. I had to cool down and the shower was too far away. So I ran to a window and pressed my body to the glass as hard as I could. I was literally in heat: I closed my eyes and rubbed my body against the cold and smooth surface. As I write this lines, I can see on the window the marks left by my sweat… and other bodily fluids. Tonight, I wanted to be you to satisfy me in my dreams. But how could I imagine someone I don’t know? When I finally open my eyes, I saw at the other side of the ...

... street a boy looking at me. I winked at the fourteen or so years old and closed the curtains. I was finally ready to get to business. I began to rub my breast and pinched my nipples, I felt the same thrill as when I was young and learnt how to pleasure myself. There was also a frustration close to what I felt back then because of my lack of practice. Tonight, practice was not the cause to my frustration: my imagination was. I could not keep myself from picturing someone getting ready to fuck my brain out: a coworker, a security agent from work, even the boy I have as intern. As I said, I wanted you to fill my dreams but how could I fill my dreams with the picture of someone I don’t know? As long as I did not find a solution, I could only tease myself. Fast, the heat came back. I thought about a cold shower. Frankly, it was the sane idea. I did not want to be sane. I went to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. I drank half of it and splashed myself, in my own living room. You might not believe me and think I am teasing you. Do I really have to go this far to do so? I was craving for more contact with glass, but I could not decently go back to showing myself to some teenager. I looked around me and saw my table, which happened to be in glass. I am sure you can picture me bending over the table, pressing my body against the glass, my legs stretched and my tiptoes on the floor. Most of all, I could picture a stranger fucking me in this position. For the first time in my life, I ...