Hello, dear readers! I hope you’re all doing well and staying cosy with your loved ones this winter. Wishing you a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
Today, I’m sharing a story from one of my friends, who is also a regular reader of my stories. Please read and enjoy. Feel free to share your feedback in the comments or via email at [email protected].
This story is told in her own words:
Hi, my name is Kritika. I’m 34 years old, single, and work as a marketing executive lead. I’m 5’4″ tall with a slim figure. I want to share something that happened to me recently, and I hope you’ll enjoy it.
Fuck it all, I thought. I let the apartment door slam behind me and tossed my keys into the bowl on the table. What a fucker, I thought of my coworker Aakash. He’d taken credit for a week’s worth of work I’d done.
I was furious. The tension for the day had built up. My neck was knotted, and I just needed to relax. I sighed, grabbing a bottle of wine from the fridge. I poured myself a glass, letting it warm on the counter.
I filled the bathtub with hot water. I carried the wine into the bathroom, turned off the lights and unbuttoned my shirt. My skirt followed soon after, pooling around my feet before I kicked it aside.
My breasts strained against their lace prison, so I freed them. My nipples hardened further in the cool air. I set my glass on the ledge by the tub and lowered myself in, letting the water warm my skin.
My body sank deeper into the bathtub, the bubbles tickling my skin. I took a sip of wine, its warmth spreading through me. The heat of the water began to loosen my muscles.
Reaching for my phone, I opened the ISS website and resumed reading from where I had left off. It was a good erotic story set in Mumbai. The main character is a horny housewife who meets a strong man cleaning his house while she is on a walk.
I read for a few minutes, letting the warm water relax me from the physical stress of the day. The story took me away from the mental stress. I took another sip of wine and scrolled up, reading about the character’s first kiss.
My thighs tensed at the heated words on the page. My breath hitched slightly in anticipation. I moved to the next page, curious for more, but instead, my eyes drifted lower.
Inching the phone back onto the edge, I shifted uncomfortably in the tub. My hand found my breast, squeezing it gently. My mind brought up images of the rugged hero ploughing into the heroine with fierce passion.
I ran my thumb across the stiff peak of my nipple, pinching it between my fingers, imagining the strong hands of a construction worker gripping me tightly. Yes, the hero of that story was a construction worker. That’s why I thought of him.
My other hand slid down my stomach beneath the water, finding the slickness between my legs already growing. I traced my folds, circling my clit lightly. My hips arched instinctively at the contact. My finger slipped inside my pussy, easing in slowly, feeling the tight walls gripping it eagerly.
My pussy tightened around my invading digit, aching for more as my excitement grew. With my free hand, I skimmed circles around my neglected nipple while plucking and tugging on the other.
Two fingers joined the first, pumping in and out of me slowly. My wrist twisted gently, brushing the heel of my palm against my throbbing clit. My breathing became shallow. I picked up speed, my touch eager and needy. Water sloshed around me as my movements quickened.
Moans echoed through the small bathroom, mixing with the gentle hum of the bubbles from the bath. One hand gripped my breast, tweaking and rolling my nipple, while two fingers pumped into my wet cunt. I could feel the heat building within me.
My body was writhing with pleasure as my fingers thrust in and out of my hungry pussy. My thighs were trembling now, and my movements sped up. My hips bucked up, fucking myself on my fingers harder and faster. I pinched my nipple, gasping as the sudden pain sent jolts straight to my pussy.
Gasping for air, I pulled my knees up and spread my legs wider, my head resting against the cold ceramic wall of the tub. My fingertips curled within me, grazing the sensitive ridge along my inner wall. “Fuck!”
My whole body shook violently as my orgasm ripped through me, leaving me sprawled out limp in the emptying bathtub. A strangled cry escaped my lips, and the room spun around me.
Panting heavily, I sank further into the tub, allowing my heartbeat to slow. My body tingled as if every nerve ending was hyper-sensitive. I smiled lazily, now thoroughly relaxed.
I reached for my glass of wine, taking a long sip to steady myself. My legs felt weak as I stood, stepping out of the tub. Dripping water onto the floor, I leaned over to grab a towel from the rack.
The towel wrapped around my damp body barely covered me, yet I didn’t bother drying myself completely. Grabbing the wine, I headed towards my bedroom. Tomorrow would be another early morning. I needed rest, but sleep seemed far from reach.
My thoughts lingered on the steamy encounter in the bath, and my disloyal body yearned for more. Slipping under the silky sheets, I set the wine glass on the nightstand. My eyes wandered to the chest of drawers beside my bed. I had placed my trusty vibrator there earlier that week.
My body hummed with desire again, a hunger that only one toy could satisfy. In a fit of impulse, I rolled over and opened the drawer. There it lay in all its purple silicone glory, my trusted vibrator.
I grabbed it, still damp from my recent bathing. Its weight felt familiar in my hand as I switched it on, a low buzz filling the silence of my bedroom. Closing my eyes, I let the feeling settle over me.
Opening my eyes, I guided the toy’s tip down my smooth belly. It settled perfectly against my already swollen bud. My legs parted easily, my dripping pussy craving what was to come.
I slid the head of the toy around my clit, starting slow. Soft strokes across each side, pressing firmly, then moving across to repeat. I wanted tonight to be drawn out. There was no frantic need for release this time.
I trailed it lower, sliding through my wet slit, teasingly bringing it to my entrance. Not ready to enter quite yet, I circled my opening, coating the head with my juices.
The head of my vibrator breached my entrance just enough to feel the delicious stretch. I gasped, silently begging for more. Inch by inch, I pushed it deeper, tilting my hips to meet it.
I pushed the vibrator fully into my throbbing pussy, giving it one swift pump. Shivers raced through my spine, and a soft moan escaped me. My free hand cupped my full breast, massaging the luscious globe. The soft flesh yielded beneath my grip as I arched my back.
Fingertips teased my erect nipple, pulling and twisting. A warm, pulsating sensation gripped me, sending shudders down my legs. Flexing my toes, I savoured the intense pleasure that buzzed within me.
Gasps escaped my lips in quick succession as my hips matched the rhythm set by the tool in my hand. My fingers trembled as they tightened on the base of the toy, holding it in place deep inside me. My legs squeezed together to increase the pressure. A guttural growl left my throat.
The pulse in my core quickened, sending waves of heat radiating outward from deep within. With one hand still kneading my breast, I moved the other to cup the end of the vibrator. I kept it buried inside me.
My face twisted with pleasure as my first climax tore through me like wildfire. I rode the wave of ecstasy until it subsided, relishing every tremble and quiver that rippled through me. I continued fucking myself with the vibrator.
My movements frenzied as I chased another orgasm. My moans echoed throughout the room, bouncing off the four walls. “Oh God,” I murmured, feeling the vibrations throughout my entire being.
I tilted my hips upwards, pushing the toy deeper as it vibrated and pulsed inside me. My fingers left my nipple, travelling down to my clit once more. I flicked the switch, turning off the vibrations as I drew in ragged breaths.
My legs quivered uncontrollably, a mix of pleasure and exhaustion coursing through me. My heart thumped wildly, long locks of sweaty hair plastered against my forehead and cheeks.
I closed my eyes briefly, basking in the lingering sensation of my pulsing pussy clenched around the dildo. I took a moment to compose myself, catching my breath as I admired my flushed reflection in the mirror.
Satisfied, I turned off the light and curled up in bed, the scent of fresh laundry enveloping me. The excitement began to disappear, replaced by an overwhelming sense of peace as I lay there amidst the messy sheets.
The digital clock taunted me, knowing tomorrow’s alarm would sound too soon.
So, this was the story I wanted to share. I hope you guys liked it. I’ll try to share more based on the comments and feedback I receive. Have a great day ahead, guys. Adios!