badinfluencegirl

i hadn’t felt like it in a while.

somehow the disappointing behaviour of a number of men combined with a mild depression left me with no real interest in sex; particularly funny since i had been studying it and teaching it throughout that time.

just didn’t care.  didn’t want to go back to having to use my own two hands instead of the delicious surprises from someone else’s, none of my toys appealed to me and furthermore the sun was never out!

it is amazing what getting kicked in the teeth by a man will do to your libido.  it is even more amazing what getting kicked in the teeth by a man you’re convinced is only afraid will do to your libido; it is yet more amazing what said kicking will accomplish if said man first spends weeks acting like this is the real thing.

so yeah, no libido for self-play and met only one man i was even willing to contemplate and he turned out to be a wash, although i confess there was some lovely necking.

still i never lost my sensuality or the simple pleasure to be found in the act of shaving my legs or washing my hair or eating delicious food; that moment of self pleasure that has everything to do with self-gratification and nothing whatsoever to do with sex.

generally i kept the smile on my face but i found myself embracing my introspective side, looking for the silence instead of the noise as it were; even when i was wandering another country i was mostly alone.  i could have made friends and i just didn’t care enough to bother.

i went to europe with the absolute conviction that i would have a fling while i was there and yet?  in spite of ridiculous numbers of smarmy men throwing themselves at me?  i didn’t even take the couple of nice ones up on it.

i just wasn’t interested even though there were condoms in my wallet.

and then the other afternoon i was in the shower and i took my time even with the shaving of my legs and as i stroked my skin to make sure i didn’t miss anything i felt that tell tale rush in my pussy that happens sometimes in moments like that.

and i considered the shower head… for about three seconds.

and then somehow through the day i never quite did anything about it but, unlike the past while, i felt the anticipation grow rather than fade and i thought that maybe i was going to do something about it this time.  i wasn’t expecting much, reawakening libidos are rarely all that interesting.

so i had a little fun with it.

i stroked my freshly shaved legs and charged a couple of vibrators and kind of generally wondered if tonight i was going to do something about this wandering libido of mine.  still wasn’t sure but was getting into the idea.

and then i decided to watch an episode of fringe instead of read before bedtime… naked, and lying in bed.  so i started to stroke my skin again.

and i noticed that my feet weren’t in very good shape.

so i creamed them.

and then it occured to me that my legs were freshly shaved.  so i lotioned them with firming, moisturising stuff that feels thoroughly interesting.  and then i realised that all of my skin was pretty dry.

so i oiled it.

i oiled myself slowly and carefully, making sure to apply the oil lovingly to any patch of skin that didn’t feel perfect. this felt so good that today i stopped at the store and got myself some more since i used the little i had left.

and then i checked how long fringe had left to go, not long okay…

and i began to work the oil into a few of the creases i had missed.

you know, the ones below my breasts and around my nipples.  the ones that start at the hip bone and wrap around your bottom to poke out the side where your butt folds against your leg when you walk.

the inner creases of the elbows and the spaces between the toes had attention lavished upon them at least equivalent to that stroked across my oiled but not overly slippery nipples.

fringe ended and i made a comment or two about my state and got my life ready to shut down for the night before i returned to my bed.

i placed pillows for my hips and covered them with a towel.

i picked up my chosen toy* and laid back to let it vibrate against my nipples.

did i mention that i had been pulsing for ages already?  no?

i felt the pulsing quicken and deepen instantly as the vibrator teased my right nipple and warned the rest of me what was coming.  i felt contractions and little gushes leaving my body almost immediately and i started to moan deep in my throat and liquid soaked my already soaked pussy and…

i started to come.

i started to come and i hadn’t even touched my vagina yet.  but i did.  i took my vibe and i pressed it to my entrance and let it dance there as i covered it in liquid and my body lost a little control of itself.

and i let my eyes drift closed and i danced the vibrator and my fingernails across my nipples and ever so lightly against my clitoris and i realised that this would not be enough for me so i reached for my big cock** and i stuck a condom on it and i shoved it against my entrance and stuck my vibrator against it’s base.

shoved and pushed and groaned and moaned and flickered my finger on my clit as i shoved the giant penis*** deep into my body and shuddered and spasmed all around it before i let go with a guttural groan and pushed it back out again.

pushed it back out and danced on my clit until the aftershocks faded away and i drifted off to sleep with pulses still rocking my body.

[elapsed time after i hit the bed?  forty minutes]

* womolia heat – see review

** johnny by vixen – see smut

*** no, i didn’t need lube.