A White Bedroom - Sex Stories

A White Bedroom

... it also seems fitting that it’s done too soon.

I up the vibrations to the strongest setting, and I work the shaft, I can feel the clenching begin, and it spurs me on. Rock with your hips and your knees, I remember you saying. I open my knees so that I have increased stability, and I use my arm to provide more friction, moving it in time with my hips. My wrist extends and flicks the silicone pink cock in my hand. I want to experiment with the pulsating vibrations, and I remember that was my intention, but it’s a delicious, relentless buzz right now. I sit up and release my other hand so that I can reach for the butt plug on my nightstand. I want to feel every nerve give chase to this. I reach for the plug and lubricate it before I push it in my ass slowly. It hurts a little, but almost immediately, I feel my body push past the pain. Now, when I rock, I can feel the wall between the two sex toys barely containing them. I use my now free hand to lean against the wall of my bedroom while my other hand grips the vibrator. I’m sitting up on my knees with them open now. My chest is covered in a thin sheen of sweat; I can feel the sweat being absorbed by your jumper as I find my stability and bare down on my vibrator. The cute ears find their mark. I feel the waves build.

The waves crest, and I close my eyes. I can feel the orgasm rip through me and settle between my legs as I fall forward, down to my stomach, and lie with my cheek against the sheets. I open my eyes and notice the walls are not just white anymore, they are covered in shooting stars.

And so, I lay, a solitary figure in the dim light, lost in the excess of my own vices for a moment. Exhale. I get up, grab my toys, walk to the ensuite basin, and start rinsing away the evidence. Just like that, everything is clean and as it was before.