Fading... - Sex Stories

Fading...

... someone senseless. It had to have been a practical joke to get this toy, it was ridiculous in size, probably almost a foot long. But my focus settled on a small, silver pill-shaped vibrator. I picked it up, and went back to the sofa, and took off my jeans and panties before settling back on the sofa, and opening my legs. My fingers found my pussy, and it was both hot, and wet, my clit was peeking out just a bit, and two fingers slipped easily inside of my body. Again, the confusion between the auto-pilot brain and my own struggled against each other. I decided to release control, and see where things went. With practiced ease, I rubbed my pussy, and used my juices to coat my clit as I teased it. My fingers lifted to my full, painted lips and I tasted myself, while the auto-pilot had done this countless times, it was my first taste of pussy, and I felt shivers course through my body.

Masturbating as a woman was far more pleasurable than masturbating as a man. I twisted the bullet vibe, and teased it along my inner thighs, then lightly against my pussy lips, even dipping it inside of me, before gently resting it against my clit, which I could only do for a few moments at a time until my body adjusted to the sensations. I went back and forth, auto-pilot, then forcing myself to lick more of my juices, even licking them off of the vibe. I wanted to get the glass dildo and fuck myself, but this felt so good that I couldn't convince myself to stop what I was doing.

Soon ...

... enough, I found myself breathing quicker, and feeling like I'd stood up too fast, I released control to the auto-pilot and cried out as my orgasm consumed me. This was nothing at all like cumming as a man, I wondered if this was why women seemed so disinterested when it came to pursuing sex. If they all could have orgasms like this, why would they spend time looking for a guy? The feeling after cumming was different too. I wasn't suddenly disinterested, I felt alive, happy, and like a weight had been lifted from my shoulders. I decided another orgasm would be nice, but this time, I wanted something in my pussy.

I went back into the bedroom, and picked up the glass dildo, and began to turn back toward the living room, when I noticed an empty, open pill bottle that was nearly under the bed. The auto-pilot brain suddenly felt sick again, and I squatted, picking it up, and seeing The pills had been prescribed for a 'Stephanie Wayne' and the pills were percocets. I knew percocets were pain pills. My Father had taken this same drug after having his gallbladder removed.

'Stephanie Wayne' well, at least I knew her name now. But the empty bottle on the floor, and how absolutely shitty I felt when I first woke up, how I couldn't control my body, and had vomited so much, had I tried to kill myself? Had I tried to overdose? It didn't make sense, Stephanie was beautiful. I checked my fingers and found no wedding ring, so did she live alone? Did she have a guy? Did she have a girl? That ...