Before we get into the next solo sex snippet, I thought I would share a few good reasons why everyone should masturbate….
1) Stress relief.
Who couldn’t use a little of that? Let your fingers do the walking and release some tension along with endorphins that can boost your mood and make it all better.
2) Fight off insomnia.
Try an orgasm for a good night sleep and then let sweet dreams take over. You have to admit it would be more fun than counting sheep.
3) Build your sexual confidence.
Knowing what makes you happy in the sack can make things less frustrating while with a partner. So get down there and explore what feels good, what feels better, and what makes your toes curl…then be sure to let your lover know.
Now let’s get to the good stuff as we continue celebrating National Masturbation Month♥
Pleasing My Billionaire
Drained from her day of extreme lows to extreme highs to be slammed back into lows Stephanie went directly to her room and peeled of her still damp clothes. She turned the water on in the shower. She looked herself over in the full length mirror that hung on the back of the door while she waited for the hot water to kick in.
Slowly she ran her hands over the curve of her hips up over her flat abdomen and over her full bosom. She looked at her hard nipples and giggled as she thought of the prudish old lady that had clucked her tongue at her as she walked into the restaurant. “She’s just jealous.” Stephanie squeezed her boobs together and playfully jiggled them in the mirror before stepping into the hot stream of water.
Her mind focused on Jonathan as the soothing jets of water ran over her body, eradicating what remained of the chill from the rain. She turned and let the water wash over her long dark hair and reached for the shampoo. She squirted the lavender scented gel in her hand and spread it through her tresses building up a healthy lather. The thick suds slid over her breasts, tickling her sensitive nipples as it made its way to over her body. Thoughts of Jonathan continued to fill her mind, particularly the thought she had of him tossing her to the table and kissing her right in front of the rich snobs.
She moaned as she rinsed the last of the suds from her hair and reached for her body wash and scrubby. She lathered her body up taking her time as she washed over her tummy and down to her neatly trimmed mound. The scrubby brushed over her clit and Stephanie shuddered. She tossed the scrubby aside and unhooked the shower nozzle aiming the warm jets between her legs.
Stephanie’s legs went weak as the water pulsed on her slit so she slipped down into the bathtub and spread her legs. With her left hand she aimed the massaging shower head at her clit and with her right she spread her puffy labia wide giving the water access to all her sensitive areas.
In her mind, Jonathan slid her skirt up, his hands roamed up her thighs and drifted over her moist panties. He groaned as he felt her wetness and pulled her to the edge of the table. She watched as he unhooked his belt and dropped his pants. He was rock hard as he jerked her panties to the side and shoved his cock deep inside her. She arched her back as his dick spread her walls wide and she let out a groan as he put his hand to her throat holding her firmly in place.
Her legs trembled as she felt the welcome sensation of her orgasm rising up from deep inside her. She tossed the shower head aside and slipped her fingers through the folds and into her slick hole.
As Stephanie slowly fingered herself, she imagined Jonathan, his hands on her waist gripping her tightly as he pounded into her.