Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 1 - Sex Stories

Female Masturbation Addiction Pt. 1

... and collars and one well paying man wanted me to wear a butt plug with a fox tail.

One of the toys is very useful, a Lush 3 remote-controlled vibrator. Okay, I don’t have a boyfriend to tease me with it, but I’ve linked it to my camgirl account and I am making more money allowing strangers to control it and drive me to cum. The other great thing about it is that I can wear it under my very short skirts and people will be able to see the antenna hanging down.

Ever since my addiction got ‘worse’, I had started thinking about going on holiday to somewhere where it was hot so that I didn’t have to wear many clothes, and somewhere where there are lots of young men who I could expose myself to and masturbate for them.

The day after I first went out in my back yard totally naked I booked a holiday to a resort on the Mediterranean that has a reputation for catering for rowdy young people. I did some research and before booking it I had discovered that the resort wasn’t far from a clothing option beach. It sounded perfect.

Every time that I thought about being totally naked on a public beach my pussy juices up and tingles like hell causing me to slip my hand to my pussy and rub another one out. I try to think about being on the beach and all I can think of is that my hand will never leave my pussy.

I booked the package holiday to include a hotel that advertised as being an adults only holiday. I’ve never been a great fan of screaming kids but I didn’t want them around ...

... when I was masturbating for (hopefully) some of the hotel’s male guests.

I also saw that holiday as potentially being the place where I could finally lose my virginity, ‘love them then leave them’ as the saying goes, get some young man or men ‘to boldly go where no man has gone before’.

Even just thinking about that causes my right hand to get active.

I started searching for some clothes that would be very revealing and I discovered a new shop in town that specialises in clothing ‘for the more adventurous young lady’. When I first went in I was like a kid in a candy store. I spent a couple of hours there that first visit trying clothes on whilst talking to the owner of the shop. She’s a young woman only slightly older than me and I discovered that she and her boyfriend worked for a couple of summers in the resort that I was going to. She told me about the beautiful, clothing optional beach a few miles from the resort and she even told me what buses I needed to catch to get there.

That shop just about only sells skirts and dresses that most girls would never be seen dead in. I mean, some of them didn’t even cover my pussy when I was just stood upright. Others were split right up to my waist meaning that as soon as I moved a leg my pussy was exposed. And as for the tops, just about all of then showed tons of side boob or under boob, or were scooped so low that one twist of my body and a boob escaped.

Talk about wardrobe malfunctions, I’m sure that everything that ...