Send Me a Naughty Picture

Sometimes I get asked by men to send images and videos for them to use as “inspiration” as a rule I resist these requests, especially from men I have never met. Sometimes though, I find it enticing to think about what they do while they are watching me.

The message notification sat on his screen, tantalizing him. Even though he was busy it’s contents still wormed their way into the corner of his mind. In moments of idleness, he found himself remembering her body and the sound of her moans as she was pleasured by her husband and himself. The night had been a last-minute thing. There had been an opportunity and he took the chance. No one was disappointed.

All day he tried to focus on his work, but the memory of her body and the taste of her juice kept stealing into his mind. He caught himself sitting idle more than once with his cock hard in his pants. During his lunch break he stole away and sat in the bathroom watching the clip. He had to mute the sound, but the image was enough. Her legs were spread wide her fingers worked over her little knob, the dildo moved in and out, thrusting just the way his cock had done just a week ago. Had it been that long? It seemed like longer.

Later that night when dinner was finished, and he had showered he lay naked in his bed. Finally, he allowed himself the luxury of watching her. The clip was short, no more than thirty seconds but it was enough to make his cock rock hard in his hand. He began to stroke himself, gripping his shaft firmly moving his hand slowly up and down as he watched the dildo entering her. It made wet sounds lathered with her juice.

In the background the sounds of her moaning accompanied her finger working her clit. His hand shuffled faster as his arousal increased. He could almost taste her juice on his tongue. He remembered her hand on the back of his head pressing his tongue into her. As he worked her clit with his tongue her body writhed underneath him. Orgasms shuddered through her, and he felt her juice filling her mouth.

He played the video again, this time he closed his eyes to listen to the sound of her moans. His hand shuffled faster, gripping him tighter, the way her pussy had when he fucked her. As she neared her climax the intensity of her voice spurred him on. His arousal had been simmering all day barely held back by the demands of work and ordinary life. Now he let it flow through him. His hand shuffled up and down his cock following the familiar patterns of his arousal. He felt the intensity building. He held it back as long as he could, but the pressure became insistent.

One last time he hit repeat and lay back, listening to the soundtrack of her climax. His own climax built in time with hers. Heat and pressure building at the base of his cock. His balls contracted adding to the pressure. His breathing was hot and heavy ending in a small moan. In the background he heard her tone change. Deep guttural moans accompanied by a soft grunt. This time he didn’t hold back. His own orgasm pulsated out of him in hot waves. White liquid squirted out of the end of his cock covering his hand and hitting his chest. His body arched off the bed before the second jet released covering his hand with more of his jizz.

For long moments he lay, panting, his hand relaxed around his cock. A sheen of sweat covered his body before the chill of the air conditioning dried it. After shocks coursed through him and a final small dribble of jizz trickled out. The warmth of his orgasm filled his body from his toes to the top of his head. He took one last look at the final frame of the video. She lay with the dildo resting against her thigh, her hand resting on her sweet mound. If he listened carefully, he knew he would hear her heavy breathing just like his own. For moment it was like they were in the same room.

He may have dozed a little he was not sure. Long moments later he roused himself and moved to the bathroom to clean himself before carefully saving the clip and sliding into his bed. Sleep came quickly, with it came dreams filled with pussy and jizz.

Wicked Wednesday

Alone

The door closes on the last human living with me. I am alone. For the first time in a very long time, I am alone in my house. It is early afternoon. I had planned to have a nap but now my mind wanders. My bed is comfortable but now I am not sleepy. I slip out of my shorts and knickers, discarding them on the floor. From my bedside table I take out my toy of choice. A glass dildo. It is heavy and cool in my hand as I consider the butt plug. I decide to leave that today.

Lying on the bed I scan for porn on my iPad. I find what I like, a site featuring men masturbating. Not standard porn but I am not a standard person. For a while I flick through different cams. I don’t know what I am looking for I just flick. Is this what men do, flick through channels because nothing grabs their attention immediately? Or it does and then the attention is lost a moment later?

My hand slides down between my legs. I massage my clit through the outer lips of my labia. This motion is comforting. I am reconnecting with myself. I stroke myself with the dildo. The smooth cool surface of the head teases my outer lips. Gradually it becomes moist with my juices. Juices that are starting to trickle.

I am a little nervous. I am worried about someone coming home but I make an effort to take my time. This is for me. The head of my dildo breaks through my outer lips. It eases its way around my vulva. Smooth glass, still cool strokes the sensitive skin around my clit. I slide a finger down and stroke myself a little as I dip the dildo into my cunt. Just a little way to moisten it. My fingers work over my clit and I begin to tease my opening with the smooth glass of the dildo.

Pressure builds, I slide the shaft all the way inside me pressing against my g-spot at the entrance. It is strange how everything feels so different when you touch yourself. I can feel the pressure of the orgasm building already. I know I could push myself over with one or two well placed strokes, but I want to wait and draw it out.

I slow the rhythm of my strokes. For a minute or so I distract myself with the action on the screen, watching the young man’s hand stroking his cock. I fantasise about sucking his cock for a moment. I slide the dildo in and out, feeling the pressure fade away but as I increase the pace again it is there. The pressure is stronger this time.

My fingers work quickly. I press the head of the dildo against the back wall of my vagina giving myself pleasure in other places. But it is my clit that is hungry. I can feel the orgasm sitting at the edge of my mind. My whole body is focussing on it. For a few moments it teeters before my body spasms in pleasure. A groan escapes from my lips as the second spasm takes me. I rest the dildo against my leg as I lie breathing heavily. My body hums with joy as hormones burn through my bloodstream. Like an addict I ride the high smiling with pleasure. Slowly sleep claims me.

Pink Heart Glass Dildo

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Masturbation Chain

I don’t masturbate a lot. Maybe once every couple of weeks. There are probably a lot of stupid, Catholic guilt reasons in my subconscious for this but I am not writing to tell that story today.

I also don’t really like conventional porn. What I do like are images shot by real men usually of themselves. @Justaaussieguy is an example. Recently I have discovered Life of Elliot which I have enjoyed reading immensely. A couple of days ago he posted a story about masturbation which featured an image of him in the act, so to speak. He is undoubtedly an exceptionally sexy man.

After reading his story I found myself in bed texting some nudes to Johnny (another sexy man) and I did something I rarely do. I got out my dildo and started to take pictures of myself masturbating. At first it was kind of a tease for Johnny. I didn’t really intend to follow through.

Or did I? Elliot’s story was in my mind as I stroked the cool glass over my clit and slid it down to my opening. His words twist around in my mind.

I can feel the tingle in my scrotum of jism forming

I do like that dildo. Glass is so smooth and slides so easily before I am even truly wet. There is no need for lube. I slipped the round head inside myself teasing my opening and made a short video for Johnny.

By now I was becoming more aroused. The dildo made slick, wet noises as I moved it around my pussy. I slid it in deeper, pressing myself open. My fingers worked my clit and soft sighs came from my mouth. I could feel the orgasm nudging around but I wanted to hold it off and enjoy myself a little longer.

I made another video and he sent me dirty talk. The kind he says while he is fucking me.

Cum for me

Thoughts of him jumbled into my thoughts of Elliot gripping his cock under the sheets in the early hours of the morning. In the next room I could hear the sound of the TV. Mr Jones was watching some weird movie and talking with our son. I blocked out the threat to my fantasy and focussed on the pressure building in my even wetter cunt.

For s while longer I held myself in that space enjoying the pleasure of my body. I stroked my clit and slid the glass shaft into my cunt, twisting it to put pressure on the right places. I allowed myself to go deeper seeking out the orgasm I had been playing with.

The dildo moved faster. On my clit my finger pressed harder and moved more vigorously. My breathing was heavier and small whimpers came from my mouth. I was close now, I could feel it but the orgasm can be an elusive beast. For a few seconds it threatened to disappear. My mind wandered to the sounds in the next room but I wrenched it back. Intently I fingered myself and I pressed the head of my dildo against the back wall of my vagina, there it was sitting right on the edge of my mind. Carefully I coaxed with strokes and plunges. All the time my breathing got heavier. The pressure built.

Right in the frenzy I spasmed. All of the muscles in my body tensed in the grip of my orgasm. My fingers stopped as I moaned my pleasure. A small jet of juice spurted out to cover my hand and dampen the sheets, I lay back on the pillow, enjoying the afterglow. I knew I would sleep well.

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