This story contains sexual words, themes, and 
actions.  If you are under 21, go away.  If you think 
this is not "normal", go away.  And if you don't like 
sexy stories... GO AWAY!  If, however, you are over 
21, and you think its MOSTLY normal and you LIKE sexy 
stories... keep on reading! 
  
  
This is short, but sweet.  If you like it, drop me an 
email, ok?   
  
I wonder if anyone can figure out which writer I am 
talking about in my little fairy tale?  Any guesses?  
<wink>

"An Erotic Lullaby" by Pami (Pami1968@aol.com) 
(f-solo)


I got home from work that afternoon completely 
drained.  I had insomnia of the worst kind... where 
you are tired until you get into bed and then you lie 
awake until you give up sleeping, so you get up and 
try reading, watching TV, just about ANYTHING to get 
yourself ready for sleep.  And then you get into bed 
again and stare into the darkness, knowing that you 
are simply not destined for sleep no matter how much 
your body is screaming for it.

That was the past 48 hours.  I hadn't slept a wink in 
two days.  I couldn't tell you why, other than things 
at work had me a little stressed out.  Third quarter 
results were due in on Thursday, and not only was my 
division the least profitable, but my particular 
jurisdiction was ranked dead last.  The bloodbath was 
certain to begin soon, and I was concerned that I 
might fall victim to it.  Okay, maybe I was a little 
more than a LITTLE stressed out.  But I was 
determined... TONIGHT, I was going to sleep!

So, I left a little early that afternoon, stopped to 
pick up a turkey breast at the supermarket (isn't it 
turkey that makes you sleepy?), and picked up the 
mail.

Among the bills and junk mail was a tiny little brown 
package.  Small... less than the size of a letter-
sized envelope, and slightly bulky.  I smiled... oh 
yes, how could I have forgotten?!

As soon as I walked through the door of the apartment, 
I went through my little getting-home ritual.  Lock 
the door, turn on the oven for dinner, pour a glass of 
something cold (fruit juice, today), strip, turn on my 
little rock fountain for white noise, and take a nice 
leisurely shower.  This evening I decided on the 
vanilla-scented shampoo and conditioner, and vanilla 
bean shower gel and lotion.  I smelled like a big ole 
butterscotch candy when I was done. I perused the 
nightgown choices, and decided to just be naked.  The 
blinds were closed, and I just sort of felt like it.

I popped the turkey breast in the oven, and then 
reached eagerly for the package.  I ripped it open, 
and out fell a small white object.  It was only about 
and inch and half long, and as thick around as perhaps 
two of my fingers knotted together.  A white cord ran 
from one end of it to a controller.  I dug through the 
toolbox and found two AA batteries.  Popping them in 
while seated at my desk, I was startled by the sudden 
jumping of the little white cylindrical object.  That 
sucker MOTORED!  I felt my pussy dampen slightly just 
at the thought of it, and I grinned.

I logged onto the computer and checked my email 
quickly.  Nothing exciting.  I casually fingered my 
pussy, mostly just to feel good, not to particularly 
arouse myself...YET!  I jumped over to the web counter 
to check my site.  I smiled... I was doing okay.  Not 
excellently or anything, but it was quite a thrill to 
know that thousands of people like the way my dirty 
mind thinks.  And then I checked out new files added 
to the site that day.  One title in particular caught 
my attention.



I wondered if it could be written by a friend of mine, 
but thought that he wouldn't have done that without 
telling me, could he?  Not that he needed approval or 
anything, but as a big fan of the way HIS dirty mind 
thinks, a certain consideration would have been nice.  

Sure enough, as I opened the file, I realized it was 
indeed from him.  Hmph, I thought.  I also smirked 
with pleasure.  What better way to break in my new 
toy?  I dashed off a quick note to him to tell him I 
was checking out his latest literary effort, and then 
turned my attention to the story.  I wasn't sure if it 
was the absent-minded touching or if it was my brain 
wondering what erotic scenario my friend had described 
this time, but it was time for the towel.  

I stretched over to the chair next to the desk and 
pulled out a black bath towel.  Well, it had turned 
grayish from repeated washing, but was mostly black.  
I lifted myself out of my chair and placed the towel, 
folded in half, down on the seat, and then perched my 
naked ass on it.  I spread my legs out, the right on 
top of the desk, and the left hanging over the arm of 
the chair, and then I picked up my little egg.

I didn't turn it on just yet, but rather just ran it 
up and down my pussy lips as I started reading.  I 
chuckled at a few places, but overall, I was enjoying 
the pace of the story.  As I proceeded, I flipped the 
switch on, and my little pleasure-giver sprang into 
life.  I continued to run it over the outside of my 
cunt as I shuddered.  God, it felt good!  I especially 
loved it when I just held it over or to the side of my 
clit.  To be honest, I was starting to get totally 
wrapped up in my own efforts, and had to make a 
conscious effort to slow down.  Sometimes pleasures 
waited for are the strongest.  I continued with the 
story.  As I read, I turned off the egg, and slipped 
it inside me.  As deeply inside as I could get it.  
Then I just let it sit there for a little bit.

I finished the story, and smiled.  Another good 
effort, although not quite as much to my tastes.  I 
have always been a fairly heterosexual woman, and I 
knew what I wanted to read right then.  I quickly 
clicked my way through my hard drive until I got to my 
folder of saved stories.  I selected three of my 
friend's, and opened them, but minimized them.  I 
shifted in my seat and turned the little mischief-
maker inside me to a low setting.  A strange buzzing 
sensation went through my entire groin region.  I 
could feel the vibrations on the walls of my pussy, 
vaguely against my swollen labia, an entirely 
unexpected stimulation in my rear passage, and it felt 
like my clit was being rubbed from the inside out. And 
my pussy was dripping wet.  Thank God for the towel!

I pulled up an early fantasy.  It was written for his 
slave, and detailed exactly how their initial meeting 
might have been.  It was heavy on domination and 
bondage, and it made me so hot I wanted to come right 
then.  But I also wanted to wait.  So I did.  I closed 
my eyes, and concentrated on the physical sensations.  
I wondered if that was what electrical stimulation 
felt like.  I thought that I could feel every inch of 
my cunt.  With one hand, I controlled the speed of the 
egg, and with the other I reached down and began to 
caress my clit.  I did it slowly, building up the 
tension in my body.  I giggled as an image of the egg 
shooting out of me when I climaxed crossed my mind.  
And then I turned to the next story.



Mmmmm... this one was just what the doctor ordered.  
Full of descriptions of a bdsm scene that were so 
erotic and vivid that I could imagine myself there, a 
voyeur to the incident playing out in my mind's eye.  
Indeed, part of me wished to feel the caressing sting 
of a whip or flogger right then.  I turned up the 
speed on my little vibrating friend.  THIS was what I 
wanted to think about as I crested the plateau, and it 
wouldn't take long.

I felt my pussy lips almost snapping together as I 
could almost hear the moans and groans of pain and 
pleasure mingling.  My finger pushed hard on my clit, 
and I came, moans of my own escaping out into the 
quiet of the apartment.  I flung my head back as I 
orgasmed, continuing the massage of my nerve-laden 
kernel of flesh to milk every single sensation that I 
could out of the moment.  The buzzing intruder inside 
me continued to hum away, and despite the fact that my 
cunt juices were dripping down the crack of my ass, 
and even though I could feel my passage spasm around 
it, my little buddy stayed put, not hurtling out of 
me, but instead, prolonging my pleasure.

As I came down, my shaking fingers turned off the 
remote control and I breathed deeply.  The aroma of 
roasting turkey wafted through the air to my nose and 
I smiled a truly contented smile.  I didn't know if it 
was going to be the turkey or my new little friend, 
but I was DEFINITELY going to sleep tonight!


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