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Anyone Home

“Anyone home.” Not that I was expecting there to be anyone home at this time on a Friday I suppose it was just a habit. I scooted upstairs, It was great finishing early on a Friday, the weekend seemed a whole lot longer, mind today’s bus trip seemed to take forever. Why did I taken the number 26 instead of the usual number 22? Not something I plan for the future. It wasn’t a totally wasted journey though, thinking about what might be going on behind the closed chintz curtains and or those oh so fashionable blinds did get me in the mood. The mood… it was also why Friday afternoon alone was good, very good in fact. I felt guilty the first time I did it, but like most things that are portrayed as non-conventional there is that risqué element you just might be caught. Not the first time but certainly for a few times after it heightened the thrill. In case you are wondering what I mean, I’m taking about masturbation, wanking or solo sex. The chance to rub, stroke and poke myself to an orgasm whilst thinking about someone or something rubbing, stroking or poking me. It’s become a bit of ritual now, straight upstairs to my room, lock the door, close the curtains, and undress to my frillies before placing a folded fluffy towel on the arm of the chair. I suppose I should explain this last bit or you would have me down as certifiable I would think. It all came about one morning after a shower, I was feeling a little naughty, been without it for a while so my box was ticking. I had ...

... thrown the towel carelessly on the chair after drying and sat on the arm wondering what to wear. The thrill I got from the soft cotton fluff sent my already horny box into a new dimension. I started to slowly jig a little but soon realised I needed more. I flipped myself around on the arm, straddled it and almost blew my brains in the space of a minute. God it was gorgeous as I exploded in the most wonderful orgasm ever, well at the time it was anyway. Closing my eyes and lying on my side, my fingers on the right hand start caressing my pale skinned bum then tracing the crack I slide down until they find the hole, my virgin rear hole, well expect for a finger or two of mine. Now the imagination starts to flow, the things I’ve thought lustfully about being shoved inside my butt sometimes make me shudder with delight and shock, from a twelve inch black cock to the handle of my hairbrush and many more besides. One thing though if anyone goes near that hole I do tend become a little shy. A ‘It’s mine so keep out’ tattoo might be one idea! I must slow down so I lie on my back just teasing my nipples with a finger. I drift away thinking about all those closed curtains on the journey and the naughty, dirty people like me having an erotic playtime. Those cheating housewives with younger lovers or old Mr Jacks with a new magazine stroking his dick as he gets it sucked by the centrefold. Then there is unemployed Terry at number 4 looking through those glasses inches from his laptop ...