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Subject: {ASSM} Baiting (Chapter 1)
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Baiting (Chapter 1)
 
    The glider creaking softly as I  swing to a slow rhythm in my head.  My 
eyes grazing across to the cottages  on the beach side of the road and then 
down across the sandy beach and to the  water of the Connecticut Sound 
(a.k.a. Long Island Sound).
    The storm not abating after  lashing the shore with strong winds and 
strong gusts, pelting hard drop of rain  against the screens and forcing the 
rain through the openings as a fine  mist.  The thunder rumbling in body 
shaking roars and the lightning flash  framing the angry heavens.
    The waning light of day, just  showing the lines of wind swept waves as 
they pass the breakwater and then sweep  over the sand bars.  The white 
capped water frothing and foaming as it  touches the sandy bottom and draws 
closer to the shore.
    Shivering as sit on the glider,  a large glass of single malt scotch in 
hand, one hand pulling my flimsy robe  closed around my upper body, my legs 
sort of tucked under my lower  body.
    Feeling the tension as I sip and  watch.  This is one of my favorite 
things.  The power of nature in  this storm, causing a buildup of static 
electricity in not just my body; but  also in my psyche.  I don't know why; but 
my sexual stress level mounts  when in the midst of a horrific lightning 
storm, especially when at the beach  house.  
    Before the storm began, the heat  of the day and early evening was 
stifling and the air dead still.  My robe  my only clothing as I showered and 
came out to watch my favorite show.  
    The wind and mist chilling my  body, causing my nipples to pucker 
achingly as I clamp my thighs tight to keep  my core warm.  Goose bumps forming 
on my arms and legs.
    The summer vacationers tucked in  their cottages for the night.  A few 
lone care, splashing through the  puddles along the road and then squishing 
off into the distance.
    Reaching behind me and pulling a  throw blanket from the back of the 
glider and placing it over my lap as I sip  and watch and think, sip watch and 
think.  
    The power of the storm  undiminished, as shiver not just from the cool 
wet air washing through the  screens; but also from the building tension in 
my body.
    Lifting my hand and tugging  open the sides of my robe, exposing the 
long thick nipples surrounded by the  goose bumps of my areola.  My finger pad 
touching the swollen nub thrust  out from the small mound of my breast.
    My thighs squeezing as the  sensitive nerve endings send messages of 
pleasure to deep in my core.  My  eyes closing as I circle the tip, bending it 
slightly with the pressure of my  fingers, then letting it spring back.  
    Soft moans of pleasure as I  tease the one then the other nipple.  
Knowing that I am just arousing  myself to a frustrating session with a dildo in 
my room later tonight.  
    Unfortunately my body needs  attention now, the storm taking it toll on 
my fragile psyche.  Fingers  kneading the mounds of soft flesh and the hard 
nipples, squeaking each time I  touch the aroused tips.  Knowing that I 
will be screaming and moaning  loudly if I continue.
    Not sure what the cause is; but  I orgasm more easily from nipple 
stimulation as I do from clitoral.  Maybe  because my breasts got more attention 
then my pussy when I was young.   Feels and jerking off a boy and occasional 
blow job kept the guys out of my  pants for awhile.  Giggling.  For awhile; 
but not  long  enough.  What a nasty ho I was as a girl.
    Somewhere in those thoughts, the  blanket slipped away from my lap and 
I find my hand caressing the fat lips of my  pussy.  Shifting my legs from 
under me and turning sideways to rest my long  legs the length of the slider 
as I spread them slightly and let my fingers trace  around the warm puffy 
lips.  
    Not allowing a finger to indent  the slit yet, just to glide over it 
and across the fold, hiding my small  pearl.  Maybe that is why my nipples are 
likely to send me over the  top.  My clitoris in not one of those big warty 
ones, that look like an  unformed penis.  Just a smooth bump that does 
swell when aroused.  
    My eyes closing as I let my legs  fall open and giving freedom to my 
labia and the widening slit.  Finger pad  pressing along the slit and pushing 
the ridges apart to feel the wet warmth of  my walls.  Another moan as I 
lower the finger and bring it up deeper in the  slit to me, letting it press 
more firmly and feeling it touch my pearl as it  moves to the top of my folds.
    My heart racing and my breathing  a little ragged as I continue to 
tease the opening.  My nostrils flaring as  I feel a warmth in my face cheeks 
and a flush on my chest.  My finger  twitching as it dips again and then curls 
into the wet warmth of my pussy  walls.  Curling and uncurling the knuckle 
inside of me, the nail scrapping  the slick walls, gathering my grease.
    Then pulling it reluctantly from  my pussy and placing it to my lips.  
Inhaling and catching the scent of my  musk.  Then tongue tip pressing the 
finger pad and tasting.  Taking a  deep breath as my lips part and take the 
finger into my mouth.  Slowly  pumping it in and out as if it was a cock.  
Cheeks drawing in and out as my  lips purse around the long slender digit and 
give it the best oral that I can to  a finger.
    Mewling as I add another finger  and still can't get the feeling of a 
nice hard cock filling my mouth and  cheeks.  The fat knob and then the veiny 
shaft, as I tongue and suck and  worship the male organ, till I am rewarded 
with the warm thick goo of its  seed.
    In spite of my fingers not  really resembling a cock, my mind is 
supplying the visual stimulation that I  need, as I reminisce not they myriad of 
cocks that have filled my mouth and  pussy in my misspent youth.
    I can feel the fat lips swelling  between my legs, as I squeeze my 
thighs tight to keep the grease from leaking  from me.  I can smell my arousal, 
my body trembling as I gust of wind  washes across my naked chest.  
    Knowing that I am excited; but  the excitement will be more intense 
then the masturbated orgasm I might draw  from my body.  My fingers and dildo 
just are not bringing me a hard body  wracking orgasm.
    All I am doing is staving off my  need pushing it to the future; but 
not assuaging as it lies dormant; but ready  to burst into an intense flame.  
    Not even sure why I have not had  a partner in a number of months; but 
knowing that I need a hard cock in  me.  Finding my other hand is fucking my 
pussy with my fingers; but still  it is a poor substitute for what I really 
need.
    Straightening my robe and  promising myself to use the dildo hard 
tonight and maybe get that hard  cum.  A strong sip of my drink and my eyes going 
back to the onrushing  waves breaking on the beach.
    The smell of my body still  strong around me and on my fingers as I 
lift the glass to my mouth.  Damn,  I am going to need another shower.  The 
scent of my body wash and scented  powder all but lost to my needy scent.
    Wondering if I should get  dressed and find a bar and pick up some guy 
and have some hard nameless  sex.  Laughing softly as I have not done that 
in quite awhile.  Maybe  the guys around here won't remember me
    Dozing finally, only opening my  eyes when the thunder shake the wooden 
porch and the lightning is so dazzling as  to send a white flash lighting 
up my eyelids.
    The sound of a car engine and  the splashing of water on the side of 
the road and then a car pulling into the  driveway, rousing me from my alcohol 
induced slumber.
    Pulling my robe closed and  lowering my legs to the floor as I wait for 
the door to open.  My son  framing the doorway, as he shake water from his 
body and clothes.
    My boy staying with me for the  summer as he has most.  Working to help 
me with the repairs to the houses  that I rent out and taking college 
courses in New Haven to ease the burden when  he start at Marist College in the 
fall.
    A tall gangly young man, his  dark brown hair tousled and wet, gleaming 
and dripping as a puddle forms around  his feet on the closed porch.  His 
tee shirt adhering wetly to his upper  body and his shorts a little drier 
then his shirt.
    "Nasty weather, but glad you  made it home safely."  The young man 
leaning over and brushing my cheek  with his lips.  Hugging him and feeling the 
wetness, shivering as I push  him away.  "Sheesh, you are getting you mom 
all wet."
    "It is rough out there; but if  you take your time, the rain is 
doable."  Can I get you  anything?"
    "Just a refill and your  company,"  handing him my almost empty glass.  
"And make yourself  something to take the edge off." Hearing his footsteps 
padding wetly into  the house and the clinking of glass.
    Returning with my glass half  full and a Jack and coke for himself.  
Patting the seat of the glider for  him to sit down.
    "Sit and enjoy the show and  relax."  My hand again indicating for him 
to sit on the glider.   Quietly sipping our drinks for a few minutes as I 
watch him slowly relaxing and  settling back.  Humming some song as he pushes 
the glider with his  legs.
    Feeling myself lulled into a  comfortable state, as we sway gently on 
the glider, the Nature Show, continuing  full force with the drumming of the 
rain on the house, and the crescendos of  thunders and the flash frames of 
light, add to that the breaking of the waves on  the sand bars and the wind 
blowing the wind chimes into a frenzy of merry sound  and it is quite an 
extravaganza.
    Seeing my boy shivering as a  gust of wind sweeps across the porch and 
looking to see his shirt still stuck  wetly to his body, I lean over and 
reach to his waist, pulling the damp clothing  up and off of his body and then 
reaching to the pile of beach towels and drying  his bare skin.
    HIs torso hairless as I daub and  coo over him being cold and getting 
sick.  His laugh at my attempt at using  my motherly instinct to baby my boy, 
making me feel a little silly.  The  boy is taller then my 5'10" and though 
lean he weight more then my 140  pounds.
    Finishing my chore of looking  after him by wrapping the towel around 
him, noticing that the cool air has  puckered his man nipples.  
    "I will be right back," as I sit  up and grabbing his glass and mine to 
recharge them with some liquid  libation.  Feeling the wind blowing at the 
thin material of my robe as I  pad barefoot into the living room.  Grabbing 
another light throw blanket  from the back of the sofa and then refilling 
the drinks and padding  back.
    Placing the drinks down on a  table as I take the blanket and wrap it 
around my son's bare torso.  Then  sitting down next to him and wrapping my 
throw around my shoulders, tucking  my feet again under me after brushing off 
the sand from my feet.
    The solitude restful and  soothing as we sit and sip again.  I know 
that my son is not old enough to  drink; but he is in for the night and 
sometimes we just need to  unwind.
    "Are you okay?  How are  things with you and Debra?"  My questions 
about his girlfriend who is in  New York and he hasn't seen in well over a 
month.  Just being nosy, as a  mother usually is, and trying to find out the 
status of the relationship.   He hasn't been very happy the past month and I 
think there is trouble with the  two of them.
    Just a shake of his head, and a  sip of his drink for an answer.  
Wishing I hadn't brought up the subject,  as he has been spending time at home 
and not going out at night at  all.
    My hand falling to his leg,  patting and rubbing it as I slide over and 
lean against his shoulder.  
    "I am sorry, I shouldn't  pry."  Snuggling against him as I try to 
soothe the raw nerves that I have  touched.  Feeling his body cool, as I place 
my hand on his stomach.   Pressing closer and pulling the blanket around his 
shoulders around my also and  my throw blanket across his knees to cover his 
bare legs.
    "Let me give you some of my  warmth."  My head laying on his bare 
shoulder as my hand moves around his  waist and I lean onto his side with my 
upper body.
    I can feel the press of my  breast against his chest and very aware 
that the material of my robe is thin and  my nipple is rock hard.  Feeling a 
flush of warmth in my face as I think on  how good it feels laying against him.
    His hand wrapped around my back,  holding me to his chest.  His fingers 
rubbing my back and feeling their  warmth through my robe.  Snuggling 
closer as I gust of wind blows through a  crack in the blankets and making me 
shiver.
    Sorting my legs from under me  and swinging them over his and pulling 
myself unto his lap.  My hands  wrapping around his back and rubbing gently.
    My mouth close to his ear,  "  I remember when you would sit on my lap 
and we would watch a  storm.  You would shiver with fear and bury your head 
against my breast  till the thunder would stop and peep out as if to see if 
there was any  more."
    "Now you are too big to sit on  my lap and it is me sitting on yours 
for protection against the storm."  As  if making the point, burying my head 
against his chest and as a long rumbling  roar of thunder shakes the house 
and quickly thereafter a bolt of jagged  lightning.
    Giggling in mock fear as I press  my mouth against his nipple and kiss 
the little bump.  Then running my  tongue over the bump, circling and 
pressing it with my lips to suckle, like a  babe on a mother's teat.
    Feeling him tense as I tease for  a few moments and then release my 
morsel.  Raising my head to rest against  his neck.  Feeling the pulsing of his 
heart beat as I press my lips against  the bulging blood vessel.  Kissing 
it gently.
    Wiggling my ass on his lap,  settling in more, feeling my cheeks 
pressing on more then just his thighs.   I can feel the bulge of a growing hard on
.  The blood flowing to that  muscle; but not leaving it as if presses more 
firmly against my ass  cheek.
    I can feel the tension as he is  as aware as I am of his reaction to my 
lap sitting and teasing of his  teat.  HIs hands stiffly holding my back, 
as I can feel a trembling in his  thighs.
    Feeling guilty about what I have  caused; but also feeling excitement 
that I an older woman, have aroused feelings  of desire in a much younger 
man.  Holding still for long minutes, as I feel  the bulge subside a bit; but 
still his penis is not soft.
    Not able to control myself as my  hand slips from his back to run my 
fingernails lightly over his abs and then up  to his nipple.  The fingernails 
grazing the sensitive tip into a  hardness.  My head dipping down again and 
sucking at the other hard nip and  hearing his moan escaping. 
    The bulge inflating again under  my ass cheeks as his hard on reappears 
and his try to shift it away from my body  as he moves his legs.
    "Aren't you a little old for  sitting on your son's lap?"  His voice 
trembling a little as he asks me the  question.
    Feeling quite the vixen now, "I  would have squashed you if I sat on it 
when we were both younger.  Now we  can enjoy the closeness that adults 
often don't realize.  And am I that  heavy that I am unbearable, I would have 
thought it would be pleasant to have a  woman crawl unto your lap.  Am I that 
old and dried up?"
    The question not really needing  an answer as I can feel that he 
doesn't see me as undesirable.  More that  he is afraid that I am desirable.
    Not sure what is with me, other  then the rainy night horniness that I 
get in storms like this, or the lack of a  satisfying relationship to take 
the edge off, or that I do find my son  attractive and desirable on my part.  
And yes, I know that it is wrong; but  a little fun might help both of us.
    Purposely rubbing my nipples  against his upper body as I suckle his 
teat once again.  Letting my robe  loosen as I shift and use one hand to hold 
my robe so it will open with my  movement.
    "You are so warm, I could sleep  all night in your protective arms."  
Lifting up to face him and then lean  chest to chest, my head against his 
neck and shoulder.   My robe  having fallen open with a little help, and my 
bare breasts pressing against his  chest.  The hard nipples pressing achingly 
into his warm  flesh.
    One of my hands taking his and  placing it on the back of my thigh as I 
snuggle closer.  I really am too  big to sit on my son's lap; but he is not 
protesting and neither am I at  present.
    Shivering as I rub  up and  down on his chest, the sensation of 
pleasure shooting jolts of pleasure from my  nerve endings to the small ball of 
fire in my core.
    Raising my head and looking him  in the eyes.  Our faces inches apart 
as I look into the young man's face,  once my baby.  Then moving my head, 
lips wetted and kissing him directly on  the lips.
    Seeing the surprise and his eyes  widen as I not only press my lips on 
his; but my tongue pushes between his lips  and I run it over the hardness 
of his teeth, questing for his tongue  tip.
    My hands going to his waist and  then up his back as I pull myself hard 
against his upper body.   Both  nipples pressing into his flesh, as I turn 
my lower body and push him back on  the glider and to the side.  Forcing him 
to recline with my lower body  laying against his, legs one between the 
others.
    My lips and tongue wanting his  response; but getting no resistance or 
cooperation.  Then finally feeling  his tongue tip touch mine.  Then the 
flailing of pointy tongues, dueling in  the warm moistness of his mouth.  
Pulling my tongue back and clamping my  teeth lightly on his as it follows into 
my mouth.  Holding it as I look  into his eyes.
    Then releasing his tongue as I  kiss the tip of his chin, my body 
sliding down and kissing his neck and then his  chest.  My knees now on the floor 
as I kneel between his legs and kiss my  way, back and forth across and 
down his chest to his flat tummy.
    Looking up again, seeing a  reflection of a street light in his eyes as 
they look down at me.  His  breathing now heavy, as my fingers grasp the 
clasp of his shorts and undo the  button and zipper.  Tugging the metal teeth 
down and feeling the bulge  beneath the fabric as I pull the sides apart and 
then lean to kiss the raised  material of his shorts.
    Nuzzling my nose against the  soft cotton and smelling that lovely 
scent of trapped man musk.  My fingers  trembling as I try to pull his erect 
organ through the slit of his  underwear.
    My eyes watching as the  circumcised knob appears and then my fingers 
grasp the shaft.  Feeling the  warmth and softness of his outer skin and the 
steely core beneath it. Mewling  softly as a kitten to cream as my mouth 
moves forward and I kiss the tip of his  cock head.
    The gland a smooth velvety  mushroom cap.  My tongue finding the small 
hole on the tip and pressing to  it, tasting a drop of the think precum 
oozing from the slit.
    Looking up at my son, "please  lift up."  My hands already tugging at 
his shorts and underwear as I bare  his lower body and watch in amazement as 
the cock springs free and tight against  his belly.
    My fingers nervously pulling it  forward again and my mouth moving to 
lick around the fat gland and shaft,  licking like I would an ice cream treat 
when I was young.  Carefully  choosing the spot and then flattening my 
tongue to swipe up the side and  around.
    My robe disarrayed around my  shoulders, half hanging off of my body as 
I clean the shaft of the man  musk.  My nose twitching as I inhale.  My 
cunt lips full and leaking  as I pull the head to my mouth and open wide, 
stretching my lips over the fat  cock head.  Then pushing down to swallow the 
pulsing gland.  My lips  sealing around the shaft as I lower my head slowly, 
cheeks pulling in and  out.
    Hearing a moan as my tongue  flicks at the underside.  One hand 
reaching between the tensed thighs and  hefts the full sack.  Feeling the pubic 
hairs tickling my palm as I gently  squeeze the delicate orbs with my curling 
fingers.
    Shivering with pleasure, feeling  a fine mist of rain against my back 
and ass, as I sit on the backs of my legs  and slowly work my mouth deeper 
onto the lovely prick.
    The feel of his hand on my head,  urging me lower, not rough, just 
steadily, pressing down on the back of my  scalp.  Feeling the nervousness in 
his hands, as I am nervously  sucking.  Spittle escaping the sides of my mouth 
to drip to my chin and  then to the floor between his legs.
    Working my head up and down his  engorged organ, my hand jacking as my 
mouth slides along the surface.   Imitating a fucking motion with my head, 
my mouth a warm wet cunt  hole.
    Pulling my head off of his cock  and then lowering it to his hairy 
balls.  Nuzzling his cock, as my lips  find one sweet nut and pulls it into my 
mouth.  Teasing it with my tongue  and tugging gently on the sack and finally 
letting it pop out with a surprised  gasp from my boy.  Then working his 
other nut as my hand continues to jack  his cock with a slow even movement.
    Thinking that it isn't the  biggest cock I have seen or the thickest; 
but definitely one of the  nicest.  Rubbing the wet prick over my face and 
then pushing myself up from  the floor.  Climbing onto the glider, feeling it 
swaying under me as I bend  my knees on either side of his waist and 
straddle his lower body.
    His hands holding my waist, as I  wriggle my body to tease at the hard 
hunk of man meat.  Feeling the wet  prick touching my fevered cunt lips.
    Hearing myself breathing noisily  as I brace one hand on his shoulder 
and lift up my body till I have the head  trapped against my fat cunt lips.  
Then placing one hand against the head  to guide it to the slit and the wet 
entrance.  Pressing it in place and  then lowering my body.
    The fat knob, spreading my pink  walled entrance and hissing as I feel 
the knob and shaft enter into my needy  cunt.  My whole body trembling as It 
delves deeper and deeper, spreading  the wet walls.  Giving the cock a 
welcoming clench as I kegel hard on the  fully engulfed prick.  Holding the 
walls tight to the cock and then using  my legs to rock up and down on the 
length.
    Slowly fucking him as I brace my  hands on his shoulders.  Then 
speeding up the pace, lifting till just the  head is in me and then letting my 
weight drop with a loud slap of flesh.   Again and again, my body slamming hard 
into his groin.
    Feeling his mouth finding my  breasts and sucking at one then the 
other, his teeth pulling at the swollen  nipples.  The shocks of pleasure 
radiating from the tips, racing to my  core.  
    My body trembling as I ride his  lap, leaning back hands holding me 
firmly as I slam again and again into his  lap.  The cock head rippling along 
my creamy cunt hole.  Panting hard  as I feel sweat beading on my body.
    A series of moans as his cock is  now pressing at the entrance to my 
womb with each hard slam of my body on  his.  A little uncomfortable; but the 
pleasure is reaching for to a  crescendo.  
    Again and again my cunt spasms  around his girth, screaming and biting 
it off after the first few seconds.   Cumming hard as I grind my cunt onto 
his cock.  My whole body shuddering  with a hard wet, noisy release.
    The wet slap of our bodies  meeting and the suctioning of his male 
piston on my valve, drawing my oil along  the cylinder.  Hanging on to his 
shoulders, fingers digging in as he starts  to fuck up into my body now.  
Grunting and groaning loudly with each hard  thrust.  His hands pulling me down  
onto his  cock. 
    Looking down and barely able to  see the veins straining in his neck as 
I know he is close to blowing his  load.
    His loud gasp and thrust the  sign that he is cumming, I feel as if I 
can feel his cock head swelling and  spurting his thick hot seed against my 
womb and walls.  My  body contracting in another smaller orgasm as I use one 
hand to rub hard on  my clitoris.  Forcing the orgasm from my body.
    His hip jerks finally ending as  he sits back and closes his eyes.  
Lowering my head to kiss his forehead,  as I still use my cunt muscles to work 
his cock.  Kegeling on it and  keeping it inside of my, though I can feel 
his seed leaking onto my  labia.  His lower body giving a couple of weak 
thrusts; but he is  done.
    My lips finding his  and pressing them firmly with mine once again.  My 
breasts aching as  they press into his chest.
    Laying against him now, my lips  teasing his neck and sucking where 
neck and shoulder meet.  Giggling softly  as I use my lips and teeth to give my 
son a little remembrance in the form of a  hickey.
    His cock finally slipping from  my well used fucked cunt, as I move on 
his lap and hear the cock pull free with  a wet pop.
Sliding to my knees on the floor again, one hand to my  cunt lips, catching 
the leaking seed and the other hand to his semi hard  cock.  Lifting it to 
my lips as I clean my nasty cunt scum from his  shaft.  Tasting the residual 
cum coating his shaft and sweet cock  head.
    My fingers sliding around the  shaft and milking from the base up to 
draw a pearly white drop of seed from the  small hole at the tip.  Eyes 
raising to look at him as my tongue just  touches the drop and pulls it slowly 
into my mouth.  Savoring the taste of  his untainted cum.  Not tasting my cunt, 
just his pure seed.
    Then sitting back on my legs and  swiping my hand from between my legs, 
looking at the cloudy white cream, forming  a small puddle in the cup of my 
hand.
    Shyly lowering my head to lick  and suck at the seed, flushing not 
knowing what he will think of this grossness  as I clean my hand, tasting him 
and me.
    Laying my head in his lap, as  his hand strokes my hair.  Not knowing 
what to say, if there is anything to  say at all.  Small kisses on his soft 
nestling cock.  Feeling it  twitch in his lap as I continued to worship the 
now helpless looking  penis.  The strength and vitality sapped from it at 
this moment in  time.
    Wordless, uncomfortable with  this new relationship between me and my 
young man.  Not sure if this is a  once in a lifetime encounter.   Not sure 
if guilt will push us apart  as we think on what just happened, this storm 
swept night.
    My son, picking up his drink and  draining it,  "I am sweaty from work, 
I need to take a shower.   Thanks."
    Not able to read into his words;  but feeling that he is also unsure of 
what just happened also.
    Watching has he retrieves his  clothing and walks naked into the house 
proper.  My eyes watching him all  the way.  I am sated at the moment; but 
that fuck was not all that I  needed.  I needed to be taken hard, not taking 
a man hard.
    Finishing my drink, belting my  robe around me and taking the glasses 
to the kitchen.  Feeling my labia and  thighs rubbing and sticking and then 
pulling apart as I walk.  My cunt lips  a little sore reminding me of the 
encounter, as I lean against the sink and  clean the day's dishes. 
    Listening to the shower running  in another part of the house and 
wishing that I had the courage to join my son  in it, washing him from head to 
toe as we both are naked.  Remembering his  hands touching my private pussy 
lips and breasts and hard nipples.  Even  then feeling a thrill as I try to 
explain the difference in our bodies.   And then when he wanted his privacy, 
bathing alone without my  help.
    Sighing as I grind my pubes into  the edge of the sink as I finish the 
dishes and dry my hands.  My eyes  closing as my fingers sneak under my robe 
and tease the sticky folds and realize  that I still am horny and needy.  
Moaning as the fingers slip into the wet  hole, feeling the slickness of my 
cunt walls, greased with my juice and the  remnants of his seed.
    Thankful that I have not given  up on my monthly birth control, though 
my mind thinks what it would be like to  be carrying his baby.  Then 
dismissing the thought as too gross even for  me.
    My nipples straining at my robe  as I walk up the stairs and past the 
closed bathroom, hesitating for just a  moment, before passing by to enter my 
room and sit on the edge of my bed. 
   
    
 
 
    
    
    
    
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